| Lyrics |
The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he
¹s never found
And the mind goes numb
Until it
¹s feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
Wash your women
In your Whiskey
When your future
¹s
In the past
And your staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years you
¹ve
Had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As you
¹re adding up the cost
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
There
¹s a land beyond the living
There
¹s a land beyond the dead
If it
¹s true that God
¹s forgiving
Of the lives that we had led
In the distance there
¹s a thunder
And the air is thick and warm
And the patrons watch with wonder
The approaching of the storm
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
There
¹s an old man in the corner
And he
¹s smoking all the time
An the smoke is drifting upward and it
¹s
Twisting in my
Twisting in my
Mind
In my mind
The whiskey
¹s getting deeper
And I use it like a moat
There
¹s a blues man in the distance and he
¹s
Lost inside his
Note
His note
The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For an handful of rain
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