Victoria Williams Album

I walked plenty of miles
Down long and bumpy roads
And I've had lots of holes on the soles
Of my shoes

I'm on my second sole
It's looking mighty worn
I've danced in it, ran in it
Put plenty of miles
Put out fires with it
Oh shoes

Without you I can wallow in the mud
With you I run, I trample down the brush
And I can choose
Oh shoes

When things get hot I want to shake you off
When things get hot I want to shake you off
Shoes

There's lots of shoes around that ain't out walking on the street
Yeah lots of shoes get made that don't get put on no one's feet
If I have to go somewhere
I don't take an extra pair
Of shoes
Cause if I need another pair
I can get them anywhere
Shoes

One laugh in the middle of a struggle
A diamond at the bottom of a puddle
Did you ever stare at the moon until you saw double
I hear you walk away from trouble

Good love there ain't no denying
Bad love somebody ain't trying
Did you ever walk someplace just to take the time
Or take the fast road and get going

Then the rules break
There's no mistake
These are precious times
You and I
We walk the line

I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul
I looked at a dying man, he sang alone

We've got mountains
We've got beaches
We've got love that make us mad
Love that has to teach us

I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul
I looked at a dying man, he sang alone

When the rules break
There's no mistake
These are precious times
You and I
We walk the line...

It's a straight and narrow path
Each man walks, each man walks the line

Inside is outside
Everywhere no one can hide
Sitting in a door jamb
There was a quiet figure of a man
Unused to embellishments
Acquired from establishments
But improvising efforts
Beyond the wide intelligence
His actions were his words

Now from one cynical herd
Of autos on the freeway
There came one wildly small
Enthusiastic 'hooray'
Like a prayer received from far away
In the middle of a fiery day
She turned and made her getaway
She found the good deed in the sun
Purple green and yellow
She told him she would like to hold it
Truthful little fellow
Not knowing what she'd done
It melted in the sun
And many came to wallow in the puddle

The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the ferry town is the ferry
It sat on the bridge between happy and scary
The key to the merry go round is the merry

Lost and found on common ground
To rescue on the ladder must be hung
Instead they got the brushes out
Began to shout and painted every rung
Not knowing what they'd done
They painted in the sun
And many came to join in the struggle

The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the ferry town is the ferry
The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the ferry town is the ferry
It sat on the bridge between happy and scary
Too long did the young man tarry
Who had stood for good and hope for the masses
Now melted, now sticky, licked up like molasses
Why ask us?
Why not ask us?
Why ask us?
Why not ask us?

The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the merry go round is the merry
The key to the merry go round is the merry

O Happy
Miss Sartar she screamed
She had a dog that was named Happy
But everybody thought she was saying 'I'm Happy'
But she was just screaming 'Happy, Happy'
Cuz her dog was named Happy

Happy, come home
Happy, come home
Happy, come home
Happy

And all the neighbors thought she was screaming crazy
Right out of her head
She was happy

Early in the morning on a farm far from the main road
Up before anyone else
I think I'll go for a walk out in the woods, not sure just where
Might go see if TC's there

The dew had not yet left the yard
Diamonds in the grass
A wealthy girl and all
Took all my good friends
[whistles] Here Booger, here Rex
Way across the field they come
Here they come, here they are

We go out in the woods
Way across the fields
And the birds sing it's morning in spring [bird calls]

And a hippo cloud passes overhead
Followed by a cat cloud with a ball of yarn in its paws
Around the final bend I see a trailer sitting there
[knocks on door] 'Miss Gibson, is TC here?'
'Well he's out back, honey' [runs out back]
TC is a memory
TC

In TC's younger days he played many a barhouse and roundhouse
All across the southland
He built some houses that people live in now, yes he did
TC fought in some wars
Did quite a few chores
Planted plenty of gardens
Raised kids, raised pigeons
In his toolshed that he's built out back
He's got his homemade heater and a Fridgedaire full of root beer
And a pool table sitting there

And his friends
These animals that come around
He feeds them at twilight
TC's got many a story to tell
With the dancing light in his eyes
He plays ukelele
'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...'
'O my darling, O my darling, O my darling...'
TC

Now what would a man like TC do
With a million dreams
But them in a box, lock them up tight
And mark them 'Unimportant Things'

TC is a memory
TC

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On The Red River, on Bayou Pierre
Rosalee worked in White's Grocery
I'd get in trouble for goin' down there
She'd give me corn pops for free

Little red bike out on the main road
Lucky little girl
Little red bike out on the main road
Lucky little girl

Early in the mornin' brother and sister off at school
Mama sent me for wild flowers
Buttercups in the mornin' dew
A little red bike out on the main road too

Ghost tracks, water towers, picnics in a haunted roost
Horses waiting to be groomed need a little sugar too
Train game, moss monster, playin' down in the woods of bamboo
Mr. Black Snake ate all the bad snakes, Mr. Black Snake'll eat you too

Games turn into life
Once a tomboy now a tomwife

Little red bike out on the main road
Lucky little girl
Little red bike out on the main road
Lucky little girl
Lucky little girl

The lights on the city look so good
Almost like somebody thought they would

What kind of song would you give if you had a song to give
What kind of life would you live if you had a life to live
Now wouldn't you want to make something good that you could look on
It would give you lots of pleasure, yeah you would

What about this thing that you gave
What if it weren't quite perfect
What if there was something bad about it
Wouldn't you still love it just the same
Wouldn't you still care about it

The lights on the city look so good
Almost like somebody thought they would

She's cruising the streets
Making damn sure she don't run into that old man
Around him she hardly ever speaks
She slips into an old retreat
I saw her strutting in a dress
That was lucky last week
Keeping an eye out for a shady
Who's holding something sweet

Some sweet relief
Some find it in a bathtub
Or a back rub
The clothes they wear or just in the air
In the food they eat, it's something sweet
Some sweet relief

Now Opelousas is a dim-lit town by night
But the people down there
They sure know how to live right
Why, they dance by the moon
They give a party for a fight
They got that look in their eyes says
They're holding something sweet

Some sweet relief
It's in a handshake or a lucky break
In a bottle of wine or just losing some time
It's in the road you meet, oh
It's something sweet
Some sweet relief

Now you tell me you got some
I hope that's true
But you want some assurance
You'll never be blue

It's in a boat ride
On the holy side
It's at the five and ten
It's everywhere you've ever been
It's in the very words you speak
It's something sweet
Some sweet relief

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