Relationships of ownership They whisper in the wings To those condemned to act accordingly And wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome
man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest. When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet
by Brian Ferry and Phil Manzanera and first released by Roxy Music) Texas Oh that's where I Belong Shine on It seems to me Lonesome star The
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger a traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness toil nor danger in that bright world to which I go I
before you fly I got two girls one's in heaven, one's below One I love with all my heart and one I do not know Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse passed
fly I got two girls One's in heaven and one's below Oh, one I love with all my heart And one I do not know. Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse Passed
must have a windswept eye They're the same old tears you've worn for years So they suit you better than I I don't know why you cry The tears are a strange
they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In some lonesome
You never woke up beside a stranger But you never spent the night alone In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort In your pocket you got a comb I
Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment. A gaining army of white horses, stark warning before the icy
and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind And on the crowded street I see a strangers face
don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat I grew up lonesome On the open range And that cold North wind Can make a man feel strange
me with nothing to do I'm hoping you and yours are lonesome too Neon buzzing and here I am Last one standing, last call again While you're unfolding in a stranger
Get alone, lonesome bulldog It's turning to spring Get alone, lonesome bulldog It's that time again Though it's raining Stop complaining There's
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes And I
hung it up on my cabin wall and waited for Bill to die Years passed away and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line
Wolverton Mountain protects her there The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clowers If a stranger should wander there I'm going up on Wolverton Mountain It's too lonesome
with a gun and a knife Her tender lips are sweeter than honey and Wolverton Mountain protects her there The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clovers if a stranger