No Labor-Saving Machine on historically accurate, beautiful sounding black vinyl. Edition of 500 by Keeled Scales, Austin, TX.
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lyrics
When you come from foreign lands it must be hard to bow your head
But let me take you by the hand and learn you some
When the owls refuse to prey and all the cats have slunk away
You better run back where you're from
I can get most any day the light that shines from Jesus' grave
If this wine and these old girls would let me pray
I'll have a little talk with someone dear and I'll tell him what he fears
And I'll cry and melt away
Well I may be hers but you gave an onion
Smash a glass, to my base heart
And you'll pull me up safe from destruction
And I'll toss you in where you belong
I been a whole week drunk, playing horns with awful luck
In the king of Israel's wedding band
I got a wife and a bull dog too, my wife don't love me that bull dog do
But here comes that mighty man
Well I may be hers but you gave an onion
Smash a glass, to my base heart
And you'll pull me up safe from destruction
And I'll toss you in where you belong
He may be yours but I'd like to ruin you
I'll show you around the town I'm from
Apples grow on trees and I gulp with ecstasy
Why can't I grow a pink lady?