Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Is The Color, artist - Steve Earle. Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Song language: English
Red Is The Color |
| North wind blowing like a hurricane house |
| Old man leaning like he’s pulling a plow |
| Neck bowed, bending like a willow bough |
| Red sky, color of the end of time |
| Bleeds dry running down the center line |
| Wise guy pretends he doesn’t see the signs |
| Bad news everybody talking about |
| A short fuse a half an inch from burning out |
| All used up beyond a reasonable doubt |
| Make way for his majesty, the prodigal king |
| Still taste the poison when you’re kissing the ring |
| Don’t say he never gave you anything |
| Deep breath, the calm before the storm begins |
| Cold sweat, pretend that you ain’t listening |
| Don’t bet on getting by with that again |
| Short ride from here to where the beast resides |
| Fine line that separates the shadows inside |
| Make mine a double shot of cyanide |