Huntwork Hewitt Leaning On You
The sky was as black as the Bad Man's mustache The sun was shining down tears It just wouldn't set til the last child was wet It shone for eleventy years The world and his knife were leaning on me And trying to cut me in two Yeah the world and his knife were leaning on me And me I was leaning on you The kids were too high to ask themselves why They ever had cause to be born So they stayed in their beds and turned off their heads And their dreams remained unadorned The world and his dog were breathing on me And stuck to the sole of my shoe Yeah the world and his dog were leaning on me And me I was leaning on you Leaning, leaning on you The Bad Man filled out and learned how to shout His words colored the air So I went to the place they used to call Grace There weren't Nobody there The world and his heart were beating on me Til my soul was black and blue Yeah he world and his heart were leaning on me And me I was leaning on you Leaning, leaning on you.
