Southern Band Lyrics & Chords By Henry Gross

No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains ...read more

Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of saturday night ...read more

You're a swell shing-a-linger You can bop and birdland, too You're a swell shing-a-linger You can rock and sock and birdland, too Well you look just like your mama But you...read more

There’s no easy way to say this Nothing’s ever clear as glass And though I’m trying to understand it I can’t stop the urge to ask And though I know that you need me And I...read more

Some made of steel, some made of glass Some made to go where others won't pass Some made to rule, the grand master mind Some to lose for others to find Now everybody is...read more