All Lyrics of songs of Lee Hazlewood

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PECULIAR GUY
© 1963 Guitar Music

One night in a card game I lucked at a peculiar run
I won a good team a woman called Red and a gun
I won a valley won a mountain so high
But a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

I worked with my team and I soon grew as rich as the land
The woman called Red learned to love me as I loved the land
My valley turned green my mountain smiled down from the sky
But a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

One morning the lion came down from his kingdom I owned
He killed the woman called Red and he left me alone
My valley turned brown my mountain didn't seem so high
Cause a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

I climbed up my mountain and burried the woman called Red
I emptied my gun in the lion until he laid dead
I left my valley I left my mountain so high
I can't live with mem'ries cause I'm a peculiar guy


POET, FOOL OR BUM
© 1973 Lee Hazlewood Music Corp.

She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum
Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see?
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come
Laughing like some virgin's daughter, said she run for run.
Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we're free
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Interlude with humming:
Lee says something here I can't understand

Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day
Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may.
Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new.
Take them, said she, to the children, they'll know what to do.
Soon their games of madness will become reality
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Said she'd take me to the morning rains my soul's on fire
I said morning rains I've heard will wash away desire
She grew angry wings and left in circled finity
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me
No.....I'm only me
No.....I'm only me


POUR' MAN©

I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love..
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
Just for you. Just for you.

One year tomorrow since I cut Billy down.
He was your lover and I cut Billy down.
One year tomorrow since I cut Billy down.
Cut him down. Cut him down.

I miss the robins and the little songs they sing.
After tomorrow I miss everything.
I miss the robins and the little songs they sing.
Songs they sing.

I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love..
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
Just for you. Just for you.

If God is watching when I pay for my sin.
Tell him I'm sorry but I'll do it again.
If God is watching when I pay for my sin.
For my sin.

I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love..
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
Just for you. Just for you.

Buy me no roses when they lay me in the ground.
Go tell my mother I cut my brother down.
Go tell my mother I cut my brother down.
Cut him down.

I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
I'm just a pour' man with a heart full of love.
Just for you. Just for you.


PRAY THEM BARS AWAY©

Four years down and twenty one to blow
ten thousand more breakfasts to go
fourteen million seconds of living this way
and I guess it's time I started to pray them bars away

I wonder what you're doing since I don't see you none
are you still a doin' all them rotten things we done
if you've got some spare time why don't you learn to pray
maybe you can help me to pray them bars away

Remember old Red Barber we checked out last night
he still hold them eighteen years it serves the devil's right
he checked out in a casket he've been sixty two today
I heard that he went crazy tryin' to pray them bars away

Sometimes I miss the women and miss them all I do
sometimes I miss the whiskey and I miss the good times too
sometimes I miss my mama I saw her Christmas Day
but I never miss a time to pray them bars away

I'm told I should be thankful for everything I've got
so thank you for the rock walls and the brave bulls thanks a lot
and thank you for the good job and twenty cents a day
thank you for the break time to pray them bars away


RIDER ON A WHITE HORSE©

I have walked, walked on your water
and I have harden your sea
I have known all of your children
Some of your women love me

I’m like a rider on a white horse
I’m like a rider on a white horse
I’m like a rider on a white horse
We're going nowhere, going nowhere
I’ve always been here

The dyke the dyke that you’re building
may hold, hold back the sea
but the dyke, the dyke that you’re building
will never, will never hold back me

I’m like a rider on a white horse
I’m like a rider on a white horse
I’m like a rider on a white horse
We're going nowhere, going nowhere
I’ve always been here


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