by Terry Allen on album Americana Master Series: Terry Allen - Best of the Sugar Hill Years

In this world today Where we're living Some folks say The worst of us they can But when we are dead And in our caskets They always slip some lilies In our hands Will you give me my flowers While I'm l

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

There's a one legged woman on the dance floor And that one leg's so pretty she don't need no more She got a graceful demeanor ah, pure ballerina with a beautiful heart Who gives a damn if she's one le

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

It's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama We're listless this Christmas No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer No shepherds We're shit out of luck Ah, we hung all our stocki

by Terry Allen on album Bottom of the World

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

Every night the same light shines From your eyes and back to mine With a vision of the love We thought was true But the darkness of the world out there Surrounds the love we thought we shared And it

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

In this world today where we're living Some folks say the worst of us they can But when we are dead and in our caskets They always slip some lilies in our hands Will you give me my flowers While I'm

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

He was a panhandle prince Schoolboy football king I told him "Hi" in the halls 'Cause he could run them balls But it was rumored down deep he was mean He dated high tone girls With frosty pom pom cur

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight Some top 40 Shorty's singin' on

by Terry Allen on album Lubbock (On Everything)

Ahh, she was a honky tonker An' he was a family man An' she showed him her gold teeth When he'd hold her little hand An' they met out on the highway At the Paradise Motel Lounge On Saturday ni

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

Running naked down the state highway Runnin naked in the middle of the day Runnin naked like a tom cat's behind Runnin naked but the cat don't seem to mind Give me your heart I give you mine first Gi

by Terry Allen on album Lubbock (On Everything)

Yeah, some people think that I must be crazy But my real name is just Jesse James An I left them half crocked hard knocks of black rock county Just to ride on that New Delhi Train Riding on that

by Terry Allen on album Lubbock (On Everything)

I need money, I need love I need a Cadillac to give me a shove And get me out of this up-tight Midnight into some lime-light again Yeah, 'cause I know my ego Ain't my amigo anymore An' I need whiske

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

Hey I don't need no chicken shit Business man tellin' me what to do Even if you ain't got no business Same thing goes for you I don't need no sweet faced woman Goin' sour mouthed on me If I work like

by Terry Allen on album Bottom of the World

by Terry Allen on album Lubbock (On Everything)

Once upon a time, sometime ago Back on the East coast in New York City, to be exact A bunch of artists and painters and sculptors and musicians And poets and writers and dancers and architects A

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

When Jesus saves the world Where will you be? Out on the lonesome plains of Texas Or the shores of the Galilee When Jesus saves the world Which He will surely do It don't matter where you are He's go

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

During the time of the Second World War A small town in Italy, death came aboard Train number 8017, it wasn't strafing of bombing Clandestine de-railings, it was just some bad coal The stockyard was s

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

There's an old shoe out on the highway That tells us of the wilderness of this world And an old dirt floor moves under me and you It tells us of the wilderness of this world And the moon falls down o

by Terry Allen on album Miscellaneous

See how the rain falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised, you're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A. On a cloudy day Pushing the crowd away You gonna g

by Terry Allen on album Lubbock (On Everything)

Yeah, he never done too good when he's in high school Ah, he never even talked to a popular girl Yeah, he just hung around, down at the drive-in Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl, beer But