She pulled up to the self-serve pump in an old microbus She slid out from the driver's seat, that’s when I thought I was in love She got three dollars worth of regular, soy nuts, and some 30 weight, and as I stood in line behind her, I asked her for a date She said you look like a nice young man, so please don't take this wrong, but if you've got a brain at all you'll leave me alone ‘Cause, I may have had a hard life but I'll still pick up the trash, And if you don't approve of the way I live, you can kiss my ass Ask me again another day or come on by sometime But if it's all the same to you, I'm goin' to see K-Dub tonight She had a tattoo of J Bear runnin' halfway down her back Camisole was faded and her jeans were off a thrift store rack And all her earthly treasures were in the back seat of her car A guitar, an old dog, and some coins in a Mason jar She had an autographed photo of Ben and Jerry, she was queen of the local state park She looked damned good in daylight, and even better at a phish concert with glowsticks in the dark And the only earthly pleasure she ever wanted out of life, Was a man to be good to her and to live Yeah... or maybe to jam with on a street corner just like that time her and David Grisman did ‘Cause, she still goes to the 'roo, and she'll still pick up the trash And if you don't approve of the way she lives, you can kiss her ass Ask her again another day or come on by sometime but if it's all the same to you, She’s stayin' home tonight (acoustified bluegrassy guitar solo) (Refrain) Yeah, she may have had a hard life, but she'll pick up the trash, so if you don't approve of the way she lives….(STOP) You can just kiss her ass. ---- My heart is sighing Can't you feel the cold wind and the pain Yeah, my heart is sighing Can't you feel the cold wind and the pain Yeah, and I'm still standing out here Like a god damn fool out in the rain Yeah, now, I keep trying You know it's hard to play the game Well, you know, I keep trying Don't you know, it's hard to play the game And, I swear If I ever knew it would be like this Hell, you could have all of my love in vain Well time was made for laughin' Yes, time was made for dirt If the sky don't stop its cryin' Man, I'll be in the dirt Yes, I keep trying Can't you feel the cold wind turn your head around Yeah yeah, I keep trying Can't you feel the cold wind turn your head around And if I don't get out of this soon I may just get on up leave this town Time was made for cryin' TIme was made for you If that man don't stop his cryin' He's gonna take it out on you And it hurts me so bad, yeah Can't you feel the holes in my shoes It hurts me so bad, yeah Can't you just feel the holes in my shoes And if I ain't got me a mule to ride I'll just have me a case of the bad love blues ----- I feel the course wind drifting As the hours pass by night And it's a shame, that this game Can turn into perilous flight I can feel your name calling me In the darkest hours of night Seldom seen, rather heard I can't seem to turn on the light And I can tell, when life is hell It feeds you by the spoon And in my name, thoughts cut like rain I ought to shut the flume And through all of this living There's just one thing I know From the shores of Georgia To the bottom of my heart These ways and changes come in like tides And they're always washed back out I can hear the sea call my name The winds can turn your head around I always feel like I'm in the game Stuck in this little town And all I want is to be at the front And to wipe off this stupid frown Given gifts and talent Are enough to break you down Never settle, move enough My heart is breaking down And through all of thise course living Only one thing that I know Let it go, let it go, let it go. ---- I've lost my line of vision Man, I ain't got no sight I've lost my line of vision Man, I ain't got no sight My baby done left me And my ol' black cat has done died of fright The hoodoo man come to get me With his evil ways Yeah, the hoodoo man come and get me With his evil ways And I ain't seen the sun shine in ninety-nine and one half days I like my coffee and I like it black This livin's gonna kill me and take my gunny sack Now I ain't got a ticket, gotta get up on outta here I could hitch me a terraplane, and save me all of my fears Come to think of it, all my love's in vain Yeah, said, come think of it, all my love is in vain My baby gone done and mistreat me And I'm too numb to feel the pain Lost my left thumb in a poker game Greenville, Mississippi, nineteen-thirty five Yeah, that voodoo man was drunk as a skunk If the good lord don't fix my supper I'll just be thankful as hell to be alive I hail from chattanooga My daddy, the son of a slave Yes, I hail from chattanooga My daddy was the son of a slave And if these hoodoo man blues won't kill me, I might as well go lie in my own grave. All Songs ©2005 G. Snow
