My Grecian Urn Lyrics & Chords By Daniel Lee

My grandmother owned a night club on the Arkansas-Oklahoma line. Momma put me on a Greyhound an' I went to stay with her in the summertime. I'd box up those empty long-necks...read more

Words are weapons sharp as knives You can use them wrong or right You could try to improvise But in the end it's called a lie You know you could But never should You never...read more

Straight backed chair and a table Where he sits when he's able To walk over from bedridden misery To record from his thoughts On a worn out table cloth Where he'd been...read more

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain With the rain in Shambala Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame With the rain in Shambala Yay-ey-yay-he-yay Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,...read more

Yeah. We're farmers' sons an' preacher's boys. Small town with big toys. Call us fools or call us brave, On rainy nights, we parade, In four wheel drives; the girls in jeans...read more