| Song | Kathleen |
| Artist | Pere Ubu |
| Album | Story of My Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| David Gray - Kathleen | |
| Lay down my head by the wayside | |
| My worn out shoes | |
| Quite why she went I can’t decide | |
| Yeah but I sure could use | |
| One plate of food steaming and hot | |
| Clean linen ironed | |
| On a fresh made bed but I ain’t got | |
| One salty dime, one salty dime | |
| One salty dime | |
| Just close your eyes it won’t take long | |
| It won’t hurt a bit | |
| Telling myself I could be strong | |
| Or some such brave bullshit | |
| Trucks are roaring by I’m a red ghost | |
| In their tail light gleam | |
| I’m a tumbleweed, I’m a spit roast | |
| Just turning in your flame | |
| Oh my darlin’ Kathleen | |
| Cars they sound like waves that are breaking | |
| On some distant shore | |
| I gazed so hard into the great aching sky | |
| It seemed that I, I wasn’t here no more | |
| That my rushing blood was a river | |
| My eyes two stars | |
| My blowing hair all a quiver | |
| A whispering field of grass | |
| That murmurs as you pass | |
| Oh my darlin’ Kathleen | |
| That whispers out your name | |
| Oh my darlin’ Kathleen | |
| Oh my darlin’ Kathleen |
| David Gray Kathleen | |
| Lay down my head by the wayside | |
| My worn out shoes | |
| Quite why she went I can' t decide | |
| Yeah but I sure could use | |
| One plate of food steaming and hot | |
| Clean linen ironed | |
| On a fresh made bed but I ain' t got | |
| One salty dime, one salty dime | |
| One salty dime | |
| Just close your eyes it won' t take long | |
| It won' t hurt a bit | |
| Telling myself I could be strong | |
| Or some such brave bullshit | |
| Trucks are roaring by I' m a red ghost | |
| In their tail light gleam | |
| I' m a tumbleweed, I' m a spit roast | |
| Just turning in your flame | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| Cars they sound like waves that are breaking | |
| On some distant shore | |
| I gazed so hard into the great aching sky | |
| It seemed that I, I wasn' t here no more | |
| That my rushing blood was a river | |
| My eyes two stars | |
| My blowing hair all a quiver | |
| A whispering field of grass | |
| That murmurs as you pass | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| That whispers out your name | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen |
| David Gray Kathleen | |
| Lay down my head by the wayside | |
| My worn out shoes | |
| Quite why she went I can' t decide | |
| Yeah but I sure could use | |
| One plate of food steaming and hot | |
| Clean linen ironed | |
| On a fresh made bed but I ain' t got | |
| One salty dime, one salty dime | |
| One salty dime | |
| Just close your eyes it won' t take long | |
| It won' t hurt a bit | |
| Telling myself I could be strong | |
| Or some such brave bullshit | |
| Trucks are roaring by I' m a red ghost | |
| In their tail light gleam | |
| I' m a tumbleweed, I' m a spit roast | |
| Just turning in your flame | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| Cars they sound like waves that are breaking | |
| On some distant shore | |
| I gazed so hard into the great aching sky | |
| It seemed that I, I wasn' t here no more | |
| That my rushing blood was a river | |
| My eyes two stars | |
| My blowing hair all a quiver | |
| A whispering field of grass | |
| That murmurs as you pass | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| That whispers out your name | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen | |
| Oh my darlin' Kathleen |