Jim White That Girl from Brownsville Texas Letras:
I say "God, if you ain't smiling on me, then
you ain't no friend of mine." It's late at
night and this motel room's drunk, I been
listening to the lonesome wind crying. My best
friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to,
that's the thing that you had best forget. For
ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended
field of regrets." Guess I been busy killing
time counting bullet holes in state line signs. I
led a life of lonely drifting trying to rise above
the buzzards in my mind. You get dizzy chasing
'round the tail of what you need to leave behind.
Oh sweet Jesus, won't you help me? 'Cause all I'm
trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that
girl from Brownsville, Texas. Midnight radio, a
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crackly white gospel station kicking out the
sounds of some half-assed revival. Me, I never
much cared for the feelings you get quoting
scriptures from out of the Bible. For as the crow
flies I know only one cure for a permanent tear in
your eye. You gotta crank like hell that rope on
old sorrow's well 'til the day that the bucket
comes up dry. [CHORUS]
Now dreams are just prayers without the put on
airs... and though my history of dreams is a
scandal of back-assward schemes and romantic
disasters where Lord, you dealt me more cards than
I could handle. Still from the lips of this
half-hearted sinner comes the pledge of a
half-baked saint. 'Cause Lord I might finally be
willing to become the religious fool you always
wanted me to be... if in return we could just tell
that girl I'm the man you and me both know that I
ain't. [CHORUS]
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