by Chris & Rich Robinson on album Miscellaneous
Well, there's somethin' missin' But they won't drag the river God sends his children Out into the street You can dig all you want But there's no buried hatchets Just bones on the tables Burn holes in
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Big Moon Ritual
Pacific standard time, Georgia state line Thread the needle, riddle my rhyme Come knock on my door The fools finger wears the crown Time to tie, your ribbons round Around the sun, around the moon
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Big Moon Ritual
Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever Today I think I'll take my own sweet time You can tell by my blues that I'm no beginner Or just look into my eyes I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogw
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Behold the Seer
There's a man in a black hat Earnings on a smiling skull Talking to a ballerina In silk threads with a broken nose I overheard your conversation And your theme indeed be strange To avoid further compl
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Barefoot in the Head
There's a man in a black hat Earnings on a smiling skull Talking to a ballerina In silk threads with a broken nose I overheard your conversation And your theme indeed be strange To avoid further compl
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album High Is Not the Top
Gifts of the valley, gifts of the sea Get on brother you can ride for free Your night sky fever has come on strong & there's a whole lot of dark before we gonna see the dawn 7 days 7 nights in the wi
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Barefoot in the Head
Gifts of the valley, gifts of the sea Get on brother you can ride for free Your night sky fever has come on strong & there's a whole lot of dark before we gonna see the dawn 7 days 7 nights in the wi
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Phosphorescent Harvest
If you find a yourself in a boxcar baby Then you got rails to ride, You got rails to ride But from love you cannot hide If you wake up thirsty on some dry Monday But Sunday wants back the well Sunday
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Phosphorescent Harvest
Smoke ring halos, feet made of clay Open spaces and narrow ways Nightbird cry'n at the end of an age White leather gloves lay the saint in his grave Hung on a rusty nail in the back room of a Nickel a
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Phosphorescent Harvest
Older than the mountain Younger that this day Barefoot dreaming Sleeping children dance a figure 8 Lost soft velvet in a state of decay Sweet tooth youth could take the abuse But not stand the cage If
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album Anyway You Love, We Know How You Feel
Fine Sir John Got Far Beyond And Laid Low One Wet September It Was Then He Wrote The Curse Of Her Pearls For Which He Is Now Remembered But Of Course It All Came To An End By Early Next December
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album The Magic Door
Little Lizzie Mae What games you play It's hard to tell When the rules will change It's hard to watch you taking all my money It's hard to listen when you call me honey Little Lizzie Mae
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album The Magic Door
Pale skies, last snow of spring John the butcher, picked poor Robin clean Black smoke, tied to nine knots The wheel of stars that won't ever stop Hole in heaven, rain on the stove The plough is c
by Chris Robinson Brotherhood on album The Magic Door
It's the same old scene It's the company you keep It's a backstage drag It's too late, it's too bad It's funny how the time has changed Like a sea sick fool With nothing to lose And little to