Matchbook Lyrics & Chords By Phil Pritchett

Once I knew a younger man, travelling alone. He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby. All the world was older then, with money spare to burn. He had nothin' in his...read more

So far from home dressed up in gasoline, And it's time to roll, Drenched to the bone, Matches and dial tones keep that lump in his throat Somewhere caught in between, Some...read more