I Miss My Friend - Darryl Worley

Darlin' there's a river near the house where I grew up And I think it might be moving fast enough And there's a silence there so thick that you could stick a knife in it Or anything that you've been dreaming of And you should know that my affections are always true And my heart's got a tricky valve that beats for nobody but you And when I decide to kill you I'll do it with my hands And fine gloves worth the death of a gentleman My words may seem mighty hollow But don't doubt that I can 'Cos I've got long fingers for a woman Last night I found a note you wrote and left inside my room And picked apart the words you didn't choose I wrote out every one and then I hid them around your room This love is bound with heart and guts and glue May I say that my intentions are through and through And there's a twitch in my left eyebrow that tics for nobody but you And when I decide to kill you I'll do it with my hands And fine gloves worth the death of a gentleman My words may seem mighty hollow But don't doubt that I can 'Cos I've got long fingers for a woman If I should seem distracted Oh, you needn't be confused 'Cos darlin', you have no idea the things I'd do for you There's a hole that's in the wall there And I put it there for you 'Cos darlin' you have no idea the things I'd do to you And when I decide to kill you I'll do it with my hands And fine gloves worth the death of a gentleman My words may seem mighty hollow But don't doubt that I can 'Cos I've got long fingers for a woman

When I was a baby boy, Me mammy said to me, "Don't mess around with them Irish Girls, They'll never let you be!" I went off to Dublin, To see what I could see... They filled me up with whiskey, boys! They never let me be! Chorus: I miss my home! The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam, Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I just close my eyes and the memories take me home. When I was a little boy, Me mammy said to me, Don't mess around with them French girls, they'll never let you be, I took a trip to Paris, France, To see what I could see... They filled me up with Ooh la la! They never let me be! Chorus When I was a young man, Me mammy said to me, Stay away from all those Yankee girls, They'll never let you be, So I went to New York City, To see what I could see, They put mustard on me hot dog, boys! They never let me be! Chorus It's finally plain to see, They'll never let you be, I should have listened to all the things, Me mammy said to me! Chorus: And now I am an old man, At the age of 93 I'm on my way to heaven, boys, To see what I can see, St. Peter's at them pearly gates, And as he opens up the door, He says you're not finished yet me b'yyyy! You're goin' back for more! Chorus

A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly forms of blue and gray And I can almost hear the cannons blast Standin' in the prescence of the past The first few waves came cheerin' Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood When the day was finally over Those left wadin' through a crimson flood To think I could be right here In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the sun was settin' Looked like the South had won Now my mouth's as dry as cotton And my heart is beatin' fast Standin' in the prescence of the past Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke To hear a Yankee bugle blow Bullets flew like angry hornets Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow It must have been like hell on earth What happened here is more than we can grasp Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the smoke had lifted They knew the North had won Lord my soul feels empty As my tears fall on this grass Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother killin' brother Father slayin' son From the looks of this old graveyard Hell nobody really won Somethin's changed inside me It sure can happen fast Standin' in the prescence of the past A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees

Dancing in the living room, cutting up a rug Dancing with the baby looks more like a hug Living in a house made of sawmill wood Rollover Beethoven never sounded so good Chorus: So come on baby, baby let's go Where we get the money honey I don't know But one more baby's alright by me We'll just add another limb to the family tree Well raising up babies is our new sport You're one day late and I'm a dollar short Now maybe it was planned and maybe it was a goof But a cat's just gotta dance on a hot tin roof Chorus: Yeah come on baby, baby let's go Where we get the money honey I don't know But one more baby's alright by me We'll just add another limb to the family tree Well the lawnmower's broke and the tax is due And if I find another tick I'm gonna come unglued We got hand-me down clothes and hand-me down shoes We got the big belly momma-here-we-go-again blues Chorus: Hey hey baby, baby let's go Where we get the money honey I don't know But one more baby's alright by me We'll just add another limb to the family tree Baby, whooooahh Where we get the money, hell I don't know One more baby's alright by me It's alright It's alright now baby We'll just add another limb to the family tree Well just add another limb baby We'll just add another limb to the family tree