Cherokee Grove Lyrics & Chords By Mark Pickerel And His Praying Hands

little johanna girl of my prairie help me fill this house with living words further up an' further in let 'em fly from our lips just like birds just like birds all that...read more

Come to my house an we'll pick bones Their hands outside ready with stones Come to my yard I got whiskey an' chairs We'll hang on the porch As the good men stare You ain't...read more

Where'd it all begin? Well i don't really care. There's plenty of faces along the way Who'd be glad to place me there Was it your fault? Or just my fault Well it...read more

Whitewash broken by a gate The heavy love, the feather hate My baptism in Martin Lake The father, son, I aspirate I saw it moving through the trees I held tight to my...read more

No money, no future Well that's what you were thinking When I caught you in the closet What a fine place to be sinking Afraid to step outside Into the streets of disease ...read more