Well,
I've walked a lot of highways and I've rode a lot of trains
I've been thirsty in the desert sun
and nearly drowned in tropic rain
I've seen a lot of cities, yeah,
I've burned through many lanes
I've known a lot of ladies,
I've sure held a lot of hands
But it's a long time since I've
tasted homemade bread
I'm tired, I need a place to rest my head
Can I put my guitar under
neath your bed?
Can I put my guitar un
derneath your bed?
I'd chop some wood and light a fire,
and I could cook the tea.
And I'd read children's stories about
Mexico and
Spanish galleons far away
at sea.
And we keep the candle burning just to frighten off the scary,
scary, scary, scary, scary,
scary, scary, scary.
It's a long time since I've
tasted homemade bread.
I'm tired, need a place to rest my head.
I'm
Can I put my guitar un
derneath your bed?
Can I put my guitar un
derneath your bed?
We could sit outside on your veranda
Oh yeah, and listen to the storm
I'd write a song for later on call
Let me keep you warm
In the morning after
feeding chickens
Would you think it wrong
If I forgot the words and the melody
Of the wondrous song
you