Moses Hazy Brown Crystal
Standing all together on the hill,
Watching at the fire arts,
I`m just waiting for the storm
to push us all down and tear us apart
But it`s a real hippiedream`04
Everybody came by cars,
So I just keep my hands in my pocket
And prefer watching stars..
I got no strength
to squese your juice out and let it flow
I have no time
to burnish you to find that shine below
Brown Chrystal, I really got to go,
Brown,Brown Chrystal
Trust O`man he told me
How`s the life up there today,
But you`re still trying to hold me
and make me come again
You`re that lonesome old town
And I got new coat of paint
But you`re too fat to fit in
Too bitter to wash that brown away,so why should I
stay?
I got no strength
to squese your juice out and let it flow
I have no time
to burnish you to find that shine below
Brown Chrystal, I really got to go,
Brown,Brown Chrystal, I really got to go
