John Hiatt Cry Love

A moment of steel

A dry-eyed house

Did he say goodbye to you

Or did you kick him out

I know you’re not afraid

To go alone

But this was a marriage of spirit, flesh, and bone

Now whatcha gonna do

When the planet shifts

Whatcha gonna do

Gonna slit your wrists

Bleed all over the milky way

The stars in your eyes look red today

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Cry love, Cry love

The tears of an angel

The tears of a dove

Spilling all over, your heart from above

Cry Love, Cry Love

The trust of a woman in his hand

But he was a little boy, not a man

You loved him stronger than he could feel

Yeah he was wrapped up in himself like an orange peel

Now whatcha gonna do

With the booze and the blush

Whatcha gonna do

When there’s no rush

Cop a little misery

At the corner store

Well’ one day that train of pain won’t stop no more

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Throwning up ashes on the floor

If this is a lesson in love

Well what’s it for?

The heart will remember

The burning fire

The next time you feel the flame

Of desire

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Cry love, cry love, cry love

John Hiatt Old School

He’s the old school

He don’t say when he’s hurting

He’ll just hide away ’til it’s over

And tears are dry

He’s the old school

And you can’t see him cry

He was young once just like you

A heart wide open to love that is true

He thought he found it

Now she’s gone

And he’s the old school of

Love from now on

He’s just a student

Like us all

Learned a lesson

By taking a fall

There’s nothing new in this love game

In the old school it’s always the same

He’s the old school

He don’t say when he’s hurting

He’ll just hide away ’til it’s over

And tears are dry

He’s the old school

And you can’t see him cry

He’s the old school

And you can’t see him cry

John Hiatt Fly Back Home

Saw a red tailed hawk eatin’ road kill

Said “Man, what happened to your dignity?”

He said “Subdivisions have taken my home

And there’s no more pray to eat.”

I said, “Where we gonna live?”

He said “Anywhere you want to, i guess

All you creature walkin’ upright ‘Round here

Well you’ve really made a mess.”

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I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so i guess i’ll just fly away

An owl swooped down

As i was drivin’ my pickup through the creek

He said, “i was only tryin’ to scare ya

But instead you scared the hell right out of me.”

With three hundred forty-Five houses

A locking differential and four-wheel drive

I guess you were livin’ large there, country boy

I was just tryin’ to survive

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I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so i guess i’ll just fly away

There was a rattlesnake up on the road

I ran him over and over ‘Til he died

Then his ghost rose up

And curled around this fear i hold inside

He flew on off to heaven

As i sat there in my instrument of death

I had to think what i was doin’

I had to think just to draw another breath

[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so i guess i’ll just fly away

[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can’t, so i guess i’ll just fly away

John Hiatt Before I Go

I’ve been sleeping for some hours

Just woke up and you were there

Like the morning, like the flowers

Sunlight whispering in my ears

Red tail hawk shooting down the canyon

Put me on that wind he rides

I will be your true companion

When we reach the other side

I will try, I will stumble

But I will fly, he told me so

Proud and high or low and humble

Many miles before I go

Many miles before I go

Can’t decide which way to travel

On the ground or in the sky

All my schemes have come unraveled

All that’s left is you and I

And I will try, but I will stumble

And I will fly, he told me so

Proud and high or low and humble

Many miles before I go

Many miles before I go

Here I go

Ghosts on the trees, there’s

Ghosts on the wires

Asking questions and showing signs

Shivering with truth, they’re lighting fires

Lighting fires all down the line

And I will try, and I will stumble

But I will fly, he told me so

Proud and high or low and humble

Many miles before I go

Many miles before I go

Proud and high or low and humble

Many miles before I go

Many miles before I go

John Hiatt Friend Of Mine

Friend of mine

Has gone away

Like a light from yesterday

Lost in space

Somewhere they say

This friend of mine

He could sing

Like a child

A mother’s dream

So sweet and mild

Or big and mean

Loud and wild

This friend of mine

His voice is still

Like the night

Rustling winds

Of angel’s flight

Take him home

To the light

This friend of mine

This friend of mine

John Hiatt Slug Line

I went to the marketplace

They said they liked my face

Better than a digital watch

You got it, we’re pros and we can spot it

So I thought it was some disease

But they were all on their knees

Shakin’ hands with my picture

First we sterilize it

Then we merchandise it

Everybody tries

Everybody buys it

Well that’s fine

Put me on the slug line

Punch a pretty hole in my mind

Show me where to sign

And put me on the slug line

They told me how to behave

Like any other public slave

Keep a smile on the face of the consumer

Or you’ll become a rumor

So I got a band of angry sons

Now we’re havin’ so much fun

Tearin’ up the nation

Weapons out of mic stands

Bitin’ on the glad hand

They still don’t understand

That they were marketing a madman

And that’s fine

Put me on the slug line

Punch a pretty hole in my mind

Show me where to sign

And put me on the slug-

Well that’s fine

Put me on the slug line

Punch a pretty hole in my mind

Show me where to sign

And put me on the slug line

You made one mistake

You made me wait

That’s fine

Put me on the slug line

Punch a pretty hole in my mind

Show me where to sign

And put me on the slug-

Well that’s fine

Put me on the slug line

Couldn’t lay a glove on my mind

So show me where to sign

And put me on the slug line

John Hiatt Old People

Old people are pushy

They don’t have much time

They’ll shove you at the coffee shop

Cut ahead in the buffet line

They’ll buy two for a dollar and 50

Then they’ll argue with the checkout girl

They’ve lived so much behind them

They’re tryin’ to slow down this god damn world

Old people are pushy

Well, they’re not mushy

Old people are pushy cause life ain’t cushy

Old people are pushy

They’ll drive how they want to drive

And go as slow as they want to

They don’t care who stays alive

And they’ll kiss that little grand baby

Up and down the back and all around the front

They don’t care what you think of them

That baby has got something that they want

Old people are pushy, well they’re not mushy

Old people are pushy, cause life ain’t cushy

(Old people are pushy, they aren’t mushy)

(Old people are pushy, cause life ain’t cushy)

Old people are pushy, cause you don’t know how they feel

And when you pretend you do

Well they know it’s not real

Pretty soon it’s gonna be all over

Good enough reason not to let you pass

They done seem like sweet, little old people

But they are not about to kiss your ass

Old people are pushy, well they’re not mushy

Old people are pushy, cause life ain’t cushy

Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)

Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)

Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)

‘Cause life ain’t cushy

Old people are pushy,

Old people are pushy

Old people are pushy

Cause life ain’t cushy.

John Hiatt Have A Little Faith In Me

When the road gets dark

And you can no longer see

Just let my love throw a spark

And have a little faith in me

And when the tears you cry

Are all you can believe

Just give these loving arms a try

And have a little faith in me

And

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Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

Have a little faith in me

When your secret heart

Cannot speak so easily

Come here darlin’

From a whisper start

To have a little faith in me

And when your back’s against the wall

Just turn around and you will see

I will catch, i will catch your fall baby

Just have a little faith in me

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[Sung Over Fade:]

Well, I’ve been loving you for such a long time girl

Expecting nothing in return

Just for you to have a little faith in me

You see time, time is our friend

‘Cause for us there is no end

And all you gotta do is have a little faith in me

I said I will hold you up, i will hold you up

Your love gives me strength enough

So have a little faith in me

John Hiatt Say It With Flowers

My clothes are dirty and my shoes are worn through

And you want me to feel sorry for you

I dont know why I try to do my best

The rules are all written, girl youre giving me an oral test

I try to talk my way right next to you

But it seems the more I say

The less my words are ever true

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I’ll say it with flowers on your wedding day

I’ll say it with flowers when you walk away

I’ll say it with flowers, its all I have to say

You believe nearly everything you hear

That kind of faith is gonna only bring tears

Cause cheap talking is really making the rounds

You’re much better off with your mouth shut tight in this town

And though our best intentions were sincere

I nominate these lovers now

For liars of the year

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Little girl I know you thing that I’m crazy

But I dont want to be pushing up daisies

Before I ever get over you

Dont you think we’ve talked enough

Don’t you think that I’ve said enough

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John Hiatt Our Time

I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper

Looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost

I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator

I wrapped myself up in it like a cold beef roast

Fell asleep, was cooked medium and placed on a dining room table in Brooklyn

Before an older couple surrounded by family and friends so wonderful and kind

I flashed back to you giving dollars to homeless men down in the bowery

Not before they convinced you it was for sandwiches and not for wine

I just could never convince you baby

This was our time

This was our time

This was our time

Now your feeding me fabulous Chinese takeout on the dampened bed sheets

Our last supper so you might say

I woke up in a cold sweat and realized we’d never cooked one meal together

You always said, “Why bother?” with the cuisines of the world laid at our feet here everyday

Then I thought of our first date back in Nashville

We shared the pupu platter you enjoyed it with such gusto I took it for a sign

We would have many happy meals together in a warm dining room somewhere maybe even

Brooklyn

That was way back then, and I was just another guy with food on his mind

But this, baby this was our time

This was our time

This was our time

This was our time

What did you have in mind?

This was our time