French-cut Kisses Lyrics

I don't pursue things no

Things pursue me

I think what I think

And I see what I see

It was the bottom of the barrel

I saw it on TV

It was the bottom of the barrel

For all the world to see

The back of the hand

Comes quickly these days

The writing on the wall

Believe it or not I can read that scroll

French-cut kisses

And mismatched dishes

I hear you are worried about me

My friend

A fever is burning

In cities far away

Whipping posts and southern ghosts

On the boulevard today

I read the words

They go on forever

Hateful people yapping their jaw

They think they're so clever

The barbecue is ready

What leg do you stand on?

The clouds are moving in

The storm will be here soon

You're going to get wet, yeah you're going to get wet

Don't know where you're going, don't know where you've been

When I was a kid, I was a kid

When I did I did, I did what I did

When I fucked it up I hit the road

I begged I borrowed I sold

I won't let it get me down

I am not a clown

I don't prescribe

To the ordinary dive

There were those French-cut kisses

Mismatched dishes

I hear you are worried about me

My friend

Turn that radio on

It plays your favorite song

It took some time for all to see

The fatal flaw but finally it's your call

Overcast this morning

Neighbor's blue roof

Iced coffee from yesterday

On the TV John Wilkes Booth

Past present and future

We got from cradle to the grave

When I was a child

The sky was burning blue

Some prayed for rain tornadoes came

And they swept up the likes of me and you

I grabbed your legs

A nylon with a run

Those were not your legs

You weren't the only one

Nothing's far away

When it happened in the past

Run that engine lean

You gotta make it last gotta make it last

Yeah gotta make it last

I remember those French-cut kisses

And mismatched dishes

And I hear you are worried about me

My friend

Oh French-cut kisses

And mismatched dishes

I hear you I hear you are worried about me

My friend