Ron Hawkins - Turpentine - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Ron Hawkins - Turpentine lyrics

Artist: Ron Hawkins

album: Airports of the World

So you're back in town
You tap-danced right back through that open door
And you'll stick around
Though no one speaks your language anymore
And it feels like sand
And it tastes like brine
Like turpentine
Well the word in town
Is that you made your livin' off of the avails
Of your tarnished crown
"Kiting cheques" and drinkin' Rusty Nails
But you cast your pearls
In the path of swine
My turpentine
This town calls me its Black Sheep son
But you turned out to be the prodigal one
So come on home girl and we'll be wed
And we'll go paint this town, we'll paint this town
We'll paint this grey town red
Don't you worry 'bout the way
Their voices hissin' like rain
And tongues are waggin' in the street
And don't you worry 'bout the day
Your picture comes out in them dirty magazines
'Cause your momma's cool
And your papa's blind
My turpentine

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