Jailhouse
Yes, take the whiskey from my glass and run
Take the love from my heart - take it all now
You tear it up and tear it apart
Oh, take the whiskey from my glass and run
Oh, you broke my heart and gone
Yeah, you broke my heart and gone
You tore it up - you tore it down
Little bitty pieces on the ground
Yeah, broke my heart and run
Oh yeah
Oh, take this chain from my heart and run
Yes, take these chains from my heart and run
Take these chains from my heart - I can't explain
How it can tear me apart if you
Last Time Home
Catch a cloud, roll out to sea
Waves of clover rolling over me
Shifting sand beneath my feet
Touch the water, clear and sweet
So good to be alone
On my last time home
Feathered wings against the sky
Take my mind to soar up very high
Dying memories so fleet
Wind away down many-cornered streets
And I feel picked to the bone
On this my last time home
Here I see my friends come a-running
Sure to be some kind of judgement
Some kind of judgement coming
Turn my back against the rain
Hear the tapping on my windowpane
Feel the movement from within
Watch the restless mood begin
My soul will soon be blown
From this my last time home
Soon be blown
From my last time home