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Them Things Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:1997
Lyrics
I met a girl just south of east Saint Louis
She walked into my life like someone's dream
Her silk guitar and visions of redemption
Her glassy thighs that billowed clouds of steam
Her martyred look her tale of lasting struggles
Her visions of the things that might have been
She asked me if them was the things I longed for
But them things isn't things I want again
Them things ain't as good as what I wanted
Them things ain't as good as feeling free
Them things ain't as good as all the things I think I should have
And them things just ain't good enough for me
I met a woman breathing like a vulture
Inside a nest of fading scattered poems
In search of love and platitudes of culture
To lead her into someone elses home
Writing in an absent Christmas diary
And borrowing a thought from Jesus Christ
Doing unto others all of them things
That them guys could have done if them was nice
Them things ain't as good as what I wanted
Them things ain't as good as feeling free
Them things ain't as good as all the things I think I should have
And them things just ain't good enough for me
There is softness in her eyes when she's discovering
All the hidden recollections in my mind
What she'll never understand is I've been hovering
Between taking her and leaving them behind
I watched this country angel for a whole year
But couldn't find a line of senseless verse
I was fixing to depart she said
Do I getta keep your heart
I guess them things could have ended plenty worse
Do a getta feel your warm breath by my bedside
Do a getta throw the sheets off of your back
Do I getta watch the love as it descends from high above
Upon a frozen night near a rusty railroad track
Them things ain't as good as what I wanted
Them things ain't as good as feeling free
Them things ain't as good as all the things I think I should have
And them things just ain't good enough for me
Do a getta feel your warm breath by my bedside
Do a getta throw the sheets off of your back
Do I getta watch the love as it descends from high above
Upon a frozen night near a rusty railroad track