York Road Lyrics & Chords By Fred Eaglesmith

I don't see you through the windshield I don't see you in faces looking back at me alcohol doesn't have much that matters to say can't imagine where you and time to kill will...read more

I kissed the ground I coughed it up My lemon skin My broken jar I pushed her down on my way up I saw the top Of her head I was tired So I went to bed I pushed her...read more

sittin' in the kitcken, a house in macon loretta's singing on the radio smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon car wheels on a gravel road pull the curtains back and look outside ...read more

There was something heavy coming down Like Easter in the air And he woke up Sunday morning With some flowers in his hair Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony ...read more

Tip the maid a dollar in the hat Tip the waitress feed her cocaine habit Tip the man with the gun Tip at least everyone Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the grocery...read more