Twelve String Mile (feat. Jerry Douglas & Ron Miles) - Otis Taylor

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies in jest Still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway stations Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Lookin' for the places only they would know Well lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there And I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was home Going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leading me, going home Well lie-la-la-la-la-lie... In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down And cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Well lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie...

Put your lips close to mine As long as they don't touch Out of focus, eye to eye 'Til the gravity's too much And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay All we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous I, I, I like it Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should, think you should know That nothing safe is worth the drive And I would follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home This hope is treacherous This daydream is dangerous This hope is treacherous I, I, I I, I, I I, I, I Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should, think you should know That nothing safe is worth the drive And I will follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home This slope is treacherous I, I, I like it