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Stones Throw From Lonesome Lyrics
The sun it fell down
On the rising sea
To where the bishop outgrew his pew
(?) was a man
Got his hands all over me
Lets hope he don’t put em on you
My vision welled
Then overflowed
To spill on down to the green grass
The chapel bell rose back then tolled
Go on a tollin’
Till the tollin’ passed
(?) unlocks the door
She’s sixty-four
She steps down into the street
Oh, the city sounds
Like a one-man band
And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet
The queen she laid down
With the fiddler’s son
But it was the words she used to seek
She said to him
“Let’s go down
To where the grass is tall and brown
You can lay that rhythm down
Right on me
Right on me
Right on me”
Yeah uh huh
Wipe your eyes child
With your head down low
Yes I believe in time to grow son
Look around
There’s a big old world
A stone’s throw from lonesome
Lonesome
Lonesome
On the rising sea
To where the bishop outgrew his pew
(?) was a man
Got his hands all over me
Lets hope he don’t put em on you
Then overflowed
To spill on down to the green grass
The chapel bell rose back then tolled
Go on a tollin’
Till the tollin’ passed
She’s sixty-four
She steps down into the street
Oh, the city sounds
Like a one-man band
And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet
With the fiddler’s son
But it was the words she used to seek
She said to him
“Let’s go down
To where the grass is tall and brown
You can lay that rhythm down
Right on me
Right on me
Right on me”
Yeah uh huh
With your head down low
Yes I believe in time to grow son
Look around
There’s a big old world
A stone’s throw from lonesome
Lonesome
Lonesome
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These are horrible, so bad that I am rewriting this whole thing...
The sun it fell down, On the rising sea Where (maybe 'when'?) the bishop outgrew his pew... Big money mans Got his hands all over me Lets hope he dont put em on you
My fishing wells, They overflowed, spilled on down to the green grass The chapel bell rose back then tolled Go on a-tollin' Till the tollin' passed...
Maggie Stuffs(?) unlocks the door Shes sixty-four She steps down into the street Oh, the city sounds Like a one-man band And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet
The queen she laid down, With the fiddlers son, But it was the words she used to see... She said to him, Lets go down, To where the grass is tall and brown... You can lay that rhythm down, Right on me Right on me Right on me Yeah nah nah
Wipe your eyes child, With your head down low, Yes I believe in time you'll grow some... Look around, Theres a big old world, A stones throw from lonesome... Lonesome Lonesome
Upon further reflection, I believe it is
Upon further reflection, I believe it is
Maggie stops, n' locks the door, Shes sixty four, She steps down into the street...
Maggie stops, n' locks the door, Shes sixty four, She steps down into the street...