| Song | Honcho Graham from Birmingham |
| Artist | Josh Woodward |
| Album | Not Quite Connected |
| 作曲 : Josh Woodward | |
| Aching bones and creaky homes and dust clouds on the street | |
| Leaves are pinned by restless winds and fear | |
| Premonition intuition trouble's near | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| The grinding fades from combine blades the tractor's hungry heart | |
| At three o'clock the blackbird flock is gone | |
| And no one knows why Jenna Rose just disappeared | |
| But Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| Train smoke flies and alibis are sinking in the wind | |
| The little toys from little boys are gone | |
| Silence fills the flour mills and streets are clear | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was/is here | |
| Now every year there's less of here as nature chews it down | |
| A town bereft and all that's left is rust | |
| But any gent who's smelled the scent of solemn fear | |
| Knows Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here |
| zuò qǔ : Josh Woodward | |
| Aching bones and creaky homes and dust clouds on the street | |
| Leaves are pinned by restless winds and fear | |
| Premonition intuition trouble' s near | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| The grinding fades from combine blades the tractor' s hungry heart | |
| At three o' clock the blackbird flock is gone | |
| And no one knows why Jenna Rose just disappeared | |
| But Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| Train smoke flies and alibis are sinking in the wind | |
| The little toys from little boys are gone | |
| Silence fills the flour mills and streets are clear | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was is here | |
| Now every year there' s less of here as nature chews it down | |
| A town bereft and all that' s left is rust | |
| But any gent who' s smelled the scent of solemn fear | |
| Knows Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here | |
| Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here |