A Hell Ray (Live) - Terra Rosa

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason To make whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice Its really killin', the boy's so willin' To make whoopee, whoopee Picture a little love nest, yeah Down where the roses cling Picture that same sweet love nest See what a year can bring I tell you the boy's washin' dishes 'n, baby clothes He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews Its really killin', the boy's so willin' To make whoopee, whoopee You see, I don't make much money Only five, uh-uh, thousand per And some judge who thinks he's funny Tells me I got to pay six to her I said now judge, suppose I fail? The judge says, 'Ray, son, son, right on into jail Ah, you better keep her. I think it's cheaper.' [Spoken] You know what I've been doin', don't you? [Crowd goes wild]

She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Walk on down the hill Through the grass grown tall and brown And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged Of these cutthroat busted sunsets These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me Lay your blouse across the chair Let fall the flowers from your hair And kiss me with that country mouth so plain Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves To me it sounds like they're applauding us The quiet love we make Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged Well I looked my demons in the eye Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me See I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me There's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a lot of ways to die Yes and some already dead who walk beside me There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me. Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged