Recycled Words Lyrics & Chords By Tim Haufe

Deep in the south The cypress steals Cobweb moss All gray in the middle No wind no rain Keeps a good man down Sweatin' and a grinnin' Way down south Chorus You...read more

(Jack Kerouac) I left New York in 1949 To go across the country without a bad blame dime Montana in the cold cold fall Found my father in the gambling hall Father, Father...read more

Come, my baby Dressed in white Hey, baby Won't you stay the night Cocaine All around my brain Come, my baby Dressed in red Hey, baby Won't you come to bed ...read more

Well, in my time of dyin' Don't want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is Take my body home, well, well, well So I can die easy Well, well well Well, well, well ...read more

A little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do One meat ball, one meat...read more