if you don’t like my peaches, please don’t shake my tree
love to make you wild little girl
lemme see those teeth
you wound up on the wrong side, dark end of the track
take my hand let’s run away
no sense looking back
i turn to stone and crumble into sand
oh my word, just a pile of dirt
falling through your hand
i rolled and i tumbled, cried the whole night long
woke up in the morning, saw that you were gone
you wound up on the wrong side, dark end of the track
take my hand i’m going home
no sense looking back
i turn to stone and crumble into sand
without your love
just a pile of dirt falling through your hand
for forty days and forty nights i searched the night in vain
the ghosts were dancing in the old town square
and made me feel insane
they told me you don’t love me
sure don’t stand a chance
i turned around and there you were
asking me to dance
i turn to stone and crumble into sand
oh my word, just a pile of dirt
falling through your hands
grabbed up my old guitar
and played a heartfelt tune
the ghost king laughed and danced away
under the crimson moon
he let me by, i took my chance
for to steal you back
i took your hand, we ran away
but when i turned my back
i turned to stone and crumbled into sand
oh my word just a pile of dirt slipping though your hands
PK - aug 2013
credits
from Ride or Die EP,
track released August 31, 2013
words and music copyright Pat Kane 2013
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