Shelby Lynne - I'll Hold Your Head текст песни

4 bald tires on an old Impala

17 degrees South Alabama

Mama needs money and we're late for school

Picking out the parts on a Bob Wills tune

I got a scrambled egg sandwich and a Folger's can

Daddy says he'll never work for the man



I'll hold your head

I'll ease your mind

I'll sing you a lullaby sit here by the fire

Tomorrow's Sunday

Come and rest your soul

Let me be your good book

Story's all been told

I'll hold your head



Lord the world's gone crazy can't save your sin

He shouldn't be driving in the shape he's in

Icy cold water in the Santa Bogue

I hear a Ford pickup on the old dirt road

Mammy's down the hill hulling peas in a pan


Dandy's got a bucket and a hoe in his hand



I'll hold your head

I'll ease your mind

Let me sing you a lullaby sit here by the fire

Tomorrow's Sunday

Come and rest your soul

Let me be your good book

Story's all been told

I'll hold your head



It ain't fair for a youngun' all this hurtin'

Battlin' the blues and the beer and the bourbon

Come on Sissy let's close the door

Don't want to hear the noise no more



I'll hold your head

I'll ease your mind

Let me sing you a lullaby sit here by the fire

Tomorrow's Sunday

Come and rest your soul

Let me be your good book

Story's all been told

I'll hold your head