Lucinda Williams lyrics

written by Lucinda Willaims

Gurf Morlix guitar/background vocals
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale background vocals
Pat Quinn background vocals

All of my love has been taken for granted
I've been fair but you've been underhanded
I've been disgraced but I can't bear to face it
Cause the truth is my heart has been abandoned

Am I too blue for you?
Am I too blue?
When I cry like the sky
Like the sky somethime
Am I too blue?
 
Is the night too black?
Is the wind too rough?
Is it at your back?
Have you had enough?
 
Do you miss my touch?
Do you wanna stay?
Do you have so much
Still left to say?
 
refrain: ( Am I too blue.... )
 
When you're in the dark

written by Lucinda Williams

Gurf Morlix guitar/dobro
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale background vocals
Skip Edwards keyboards
Pat Quinn background vocals

Everything is going wrong it's not right anymore
We can't seem to get along the way we did before
Sun is hanging in the sky sinking low and so am I

[intro; all verses have these chords]

I changed the lock on my front door so you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house, and you can't lie down on my couch
I changed the lock on my front door

I changed the number on my phone so you can't call me up at home
And you can't say those things to me that make me fall down on my knees
I changed the number on my phone

Doug Atwell fiddle
Donald Lindley drums
John Ciambotti bass
Gurf Morlix guitar
Richard Bennett acoustic guitar
Jimn Lauderdale harmony
Pat Quinn harmony
Skip Edwards keyboards

Everybody's had a few
Now they're talking about who knows who
I'm going back to the Crescent City
Where everything's still the same
This town has said what it has to say

written by Chester Burnett

Gurf Murlix guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Juke Logan harmonica

Oh, I asked him for water, he gave me gasoline
Oh, I asked him for water, he gave me gasoline
I asked him for water, he gave me gasoline
I went down to the depot looked up on the board
I went down to the depot looked up on the board

Gurf Morlix guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale background vocals
Skip Edwards keyboards
Pat Quinn background vocals

I drove my car in the middle of the night
I just wanted to see you so bad
The road was dark but the stars were bright
I just wanted to see you so bad
It didn't matter what my friends would say

Its ok…you don’t have to be afraid
There’s nothing to worry about cause we got it made
It’s just a simple matter of…. letting me into your love
If you let that feeling come over you
Then there’s nothing more that you can do. …Just let it go. Let it go

If its love you want..Hold out your arms
It’s all right here its safe and warm

I was born in Louisiana, I was raised in Algiers
And everywhere I been, the peoples all say
Ain't nothing in rambling, either running around
Well, I believe I'll marry, oooo, wooo, Lord, and settle down

I was walking through the alley with my hand in my coat
The police start to shoot me, thought it was something I stole
You know it ain't nothing in rambling, either running around

[intro]

Is it too much to ask?
I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back
Food to fill me up
And warm clothes and all that stuff

Shouldn't I have this,
Shouldn't I have this?
Shouldn't I have all of this, and

Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa ohh oh
Passionate kisses from
you [instrumental]

Is it much to demand
I want a full house and a rock and roll band

it weighs a lot, it costs a lot
and it's worth a whole lot more
but it's not something you could afford anyway
cuz you weren't careful with my love
you lost the key to the door of my heart
now there's a price you have to pay

you can shop around and look around
but you'll never find
another one quite like this one anyplace
and believe me, it won't be easy

You wait in the car on the side of the road
Lemme go and stand awhile, I wanna know you're there but I wanna be alone
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
I wanna know the touch of my own skin
Against the sun, against the wind

I walked out in a field, the grass was high, it brushed against my legs

Gurf Morlix guitar/background vocals
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambottio bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals
Skip Edwards keyboards
Benmont Tench keyboards

If I had my way I'd be in your town
I might not stay but at least I would've been around
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day of the week I feel alright
But I don't know why
I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes

Sylvia was working as a waitress in Beaumont
She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"
So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start