Iron & Wine – Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car
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Iron and Wine – Me and Lazarus
Lyrics Me and Lazarus – Iron and Wine
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing ’round
Back and forth and up and down
Oh, oh, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on that riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
He’s an emancipated punk and he can dance
But he’s got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Oh, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa’s white boy blues
Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I’m a liberated loser that can roam
But where my pocket was I’m peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: SAMUEL ERVIN BEAM
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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