Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Loose Things , by - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Song from the album Ruffian's Misfortune, in the genre КантриRelease date: 06.04.2015
Record label: Bordello
Song language: English
All Loose Things |
| Right before the harvest a blackbird sings |
| Look at them fools down there ain’t got no wings |
| Storm is a coming rain’s about to fall |
| Ain’t no shelter round here for these children at all |
| Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch |
| Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch |
| Now the dirt is spattering turning into mud |
| Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood |
| All loose things end up being washed away |
| All loose things end up being washed away |
| All loose things end up being washed away |
| Roosters in the cornstalks pecking at grains |
| A peddler walks by says, «Why am I cursed like Cain? |
| I’m all lust and furies doomed to sell my wares |
| I think I’d been better off not saying prayers |
| Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe |
| Was their savoir on a cross died between two thieves |
| Ask them and they’ll tell you the son was sacrificed |
| To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise |
| A dying crap shooter with whiskey on his breath |
| Is betting inside numbers shootin' dice with death |
| Says, «All I ever roll is deuces treys and twelve’s» |
| Blackbird says ‘The gods can’t save us from ourselves' |
| All loose things end up being washed away |