The Troubadour’s Green Room Lyrics & Chords By The Good Life

I don't want to fight the heated fan And the tryptophan And my weed Stay awake, I hear the reaper's hand Drag across my bed in the silence I don't wanna go now Just wanna...read more

I saw that mountain burn, or was it in my head? I'll track down the words, if you dig up the dead. Well I have never been free, but I have always been cheap. I have never been...read more

Scarlet boots, the kiss of death Patience and the end of it Blended angels, whispered love Countdown 'til it's gone, for long Velvet voices, haunting slow Darkened nooks,...read more

She's a primitive girl She says it herself She cuts to the chase Yeah like nobody else If you say how're you doing She'll say I'm doing well She's a...read more

When I fall, I fall hard. My body bruises at your touch, my ankles bear these lover's scars. The weight is heavy, but necessary. You'll never change my ball and chain. ...read more