Lirik Lagu The Ballad Of Jamie Bee - John Gorka
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Jamie ran aground out in OhioWife left for the great unknownHe says he's gonna take to the high roadShe will find a place alone
He says he just could not make her happyThat he never tried so hard beforeHe'd wake up first and make the coffeeNow the mornings were like war
There's a barroom for every way the wind blowsAnd a harness for every mother's sonYou pull your own weight or else it pulls youIt gets harder the longer that you run
Jamie's from the last great breed of roadmenWoody, Jack, and Kerouac and suchBut here was a woman he would die forBeauty no road could ever touch
The town was nearly famous for the glassworksThe factory where they made hoods for the klanThere's a football hall of famer in the phonebookThere's only trouble for an empty man
There's a barroom for every way the wind blowsAnd temptation in every substance knownYou pull your own weight or else it pulls youIt gets harder the older that you've grown
At home in the harley-ridden poolhallsI guess it's best they never had those kidsCloser to the outlaws then the in-lawsThey said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it didThey said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it did
He will find some refuge in his musicAnd a long shot that they will reconcileThe meantime is a mean time and he knows itTil the day he's back upon the pile
Now there's headlights heading from OhioAnd there's teardrops saltier than rainThere's taillights to tell a tale still tenderAnd a cold wind blowing through the nightThere's a cold wind blowing through the night
He says he just could not make her happyThat he never tried so hard beforeHe'd wake up first and make the coffeeNow the mornings were like war
There's a barroom for every way the wind blowsAnd a harness for every mother's sonYou pull your own weight or else it pulls youIt gets harder the longer that you run
Jamie's from the last great breed of roadmenWoody, Jack, and Kerouac and suchBut here was a woman he would die forBeauty no road could ever touch
The town was nearly famous for the glassworksThe factory where they made hoods for the klanThere's a football hall of famer in the phonebookThere's only trouble for an empty man
There's a barroom for every way the wind blowsAnd temptation in every substance knownYou pull your own weight or else it pulls youIt gets harder the older that you've grown
At home in the harley-ridden poolhallsI guess it's best they never had those kidsCloser to the outlaws then the in-lawsThey said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it didThey said Jamie's heart don't break but I know it did
He will find some refuge in his musicAnd a long shot that they will reconcileThe meantime is a mean time and he knows itTil the day he's back upon the pile
Now there's headlights heading from OhioAnd there's teardrops saltier than rainThere's taillights to tell a tale still tenderAnd a cold wind blowing through the nightThere's a cold wind blowing through the night
