Tight To The Jar Lyrics

Song	Tight To The Jar
Artist	Kelly Joe Phelps
Album	Tunesmith Retrofit
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	作词 : Phelps
	It's a ditch, okay. I have shoes and a blanket
	My head resting light on a stone
	Though it's hard it's still rounded with a pocket for brains
	or what goes for in halls under roof tile
	We'll sing another blistering ballad for grandma
	Melody sweet till it rolls out the ear
	And the beer flows free as advice
	With a tight hand holding the jar
	A tight hand holding the jar
	The mud cakes my chin strap, fills up my cuffs
	As I plod, now, from creek edge to street side
	As it dries I can whittle it little by little
	"Hey, look, now I'm light as a bee"
	And those gray clouds mean nothing to one such as I
	Though shadows stand tall as some school master whack
	On the back of a well intentioned quiet kid
	With my arms held around the jar
	My arms held around the jar
	And it's slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	So fry up that supper, we're going to kill it for breakfast
	As we turn the table down side and crazy
	With the legs up, the women up, the men up to church
	For the spirit, the hen yard, the bent steel track rap
	It's a ditch, yeah, I know that, and, I do wonder
	How that bright faced, ten year old me of a boy
	Found the road out I never, I never could see
	With my arms held around a jar
	My arms held around a jar
	And it's slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year

	zuo ci : Phelps
	It' s a ditch, okay. I have shoes and a blanket
	My head resting light on a stone
	Though it' s hard it' s still rounded with a pocket for brains
	or what goes for in halls under roof tile
	We' ll sing another blistering ballad for grandma
	Melody sweet till it rolls out the ear
	And the beer flows free as advice
	With a tight hand holding the jar
	A tight hand holding the jar
	The mud cakes my chin strap, fills up my cuffs
	As I plod, now, from creek edge to street side
	As it dries I can whittle it little by little
	" Hey, look, now I' m light as a bee"
	And those gray clouds mean nothing to one such as I
	Though shadows stand tall as some school master whack
	On the back of a well intentioned quiet kid
	With my arms held around the jar
	My arms held around the jar
	And it' s slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	So fry up that supper, we' re going to kill it for breakfast
	As we turn the table down side and crazy
	With the legs up, the women up, the men up to church
	For the spirit, the hen yard, the bent steel track rap
	It' s a ditch, yeah, I know that, and, I do wonder
	How that bright faced, ten year old me of a boy
	Found the road out I never, I never could see
	With my arms held around a jar
	My arms held around a jar
	And it' s slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year

	zuò cí : Phelps
	It' s a ditch, okay. I have shoes and a blanket
	My head resting light on a stone
	Though it' s hard it' s still rounded with a pocket for brains
	or what goes for in halls under roof tile
	We' ll sing another blistering ballad for grandma
	Melody sweet till it rolls out the ear
	And the beer flows free as advice
	With a tight hand holding the jar
	A tight hand holding the jar
	The mud cakes my chin strap, fills up my cuffs
	As I plod, now, from creek edge to street side
	As it dries I can whittle it little by little
	" Hey, look, now I' m light as a bee"
	And those gray clouds mean nothing to one such as I
	Though shadows stand tall as some school master whack
	On the back of a well intentioned quiet kid
	With my arms held around the jar
	My arms held around the jar
	And it' s slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	So fry up that supper, we' re going to kill it for breakfast
	As we turn the table down side and crazy
	With the legs up, the women up, the men up to church
	For the spirit, the hen yard, the bent steel track rap
	It' s a ditch, yeah, I know that, and, I do wonder
	How that bright faced, ten year old me of a boy
	Found the road out I never, I never could see
	With my arms held around a jar
	My arms held around a jar
	And it' s slow, so slow the idea
	The coming around of a sensible world
	It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year
	At the end of a long hot year

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