Nanci Griffith

I found your letter in my mailbox today You were just checkin' if I was okay And if I still miss you Well you know what they say [Chorus:] Just once in a very blue moon Just once in a very blue moon Just once in a very blue moon No need to tell me yo

(John Stewart) Black boy in Chicago Playing in the street Not near enough to wear Not near enough to eat Don't you know he saw it He saw a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon Young girl in Calcutta Barely eight years old The flies that swarm the m

(Nanci Griffith - Maura Kennedy) Oh she was high up there in the air Caught still by a soldier's stare Whenever it was men amongst men Down upon the land And she followed those mothers' sons She felt the thunder of their guns From a pearl's eye view,

As the morning light stretched in across my bed I thought of you Remembering your laughing eyes and all we said I love you too As all my thoughts of you pass 'fore my face a thousand times The way they race my heart... I cannot say it all in lines Ho

Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine, And Eddie was a sweet romancer and darn good dancer, And they'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime, And they'd sing: CHORUS: "Dance a little closer to me.

[ti:I Live On A Battlefield (Album Version)] [ar:Nanci Griffith] [al:Blue Roses From The Moons] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.75]I Live On A Battlefield - Nanci Griffith [00:09.82]I live on a battlefield [00:13.32]Surrounded by the ruins of a love we built

Well, thousands of folks back east they say Are leavin' home most everyday They're beatin' the hot ole dusty way To the California line Across the desert sands they roll A-gettin' outta that ole dust bowl They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl But,

(Sonny Curtis) Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money and I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the lawn won I left my baby and I feel so bad I guess m

I've been walkin' in my sleep Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep. Where the years went I can't say. I just turned around and they've gone away. I've been siftin' through the layers Of dusty books and faded papers That tell a story I used to k

(Nanci Griffith) Life is full of finer things They're lost and found in the dark It's the dog by the highway Who said,"Goin' my way?" Now, he lives in your own backyard He was waiting for love You came along and fit the part It's the whistle fro

This old town should've burned down in 1929 That's when we stood in line Waiting for our soup Swallowing our pride This old town should've burned down in 1931 When the rain refused to come Air filled up our bellies Dust filled up our lungs And we tho