Joe Purdy
Kerosene
Nashville trucker and the clowns of the summerDust on the soles of their feetThe roar of the crowd in the sleepiest townThat the circus has ever seenMy baby she feels like the morningAnd she’s hooked me like heartache like tarnAnd she never grows tired of the waterShe never grows tired of the wineShe’s tough like turpentine Mad carnie suns mixed with long barrel gunsHide their coat tails in the hayCheap metal markets, top bottles and rocketsAnd ponies painted greyMy baby is soft like molasses Like cigarettes corners and thievesWhen she’s hungry she looks for the gardenWhen she’s scared she looks for meShe’s hard like keroseneMy baby she’s calm like the lighteningAnd her fingers are soft to the touchJust a matchbox quilt and a cameraMy baby don’t ask for much, no my baby don’t ask for muchLetras de cancionesMy baby she shakes when it thundersAnd she hides it but not very wellShe knows all my carious secretsMy baby will never tell, my baby will never tellAnd she dances like fresh Spanish rosesAnd she loves me like candy, like rainMy baby she don’t have to tell meMy baby don’t need to explain, my baby don’t need to explainShe calls me at midnight on SundaysWhen the lights run the big top goes downI’ve been known to shoot out the sunriseWhen my baby ain’t around, when my baby aint around
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