by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Here Comes The Groom With half an eye on history And half an ounce of hope Sold his soul in the vestry Money for old rope Been this way a million times But now his time is nigh He steps into the spotl

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Here Comes The Groom With half an eye on history And half an ounce of hope Sold his soul in the vestry Money for old rope Been this way a million times But now his time is nigh He steps into the spotl

by John Wesley Harding on album Rhino Hi-Five: John Wesley Harding

Here Comes The Groom With half an eye on history And half an ounce of hope Sold his soul in the vestry Money for old rope Been this way a million times But now his time is nigh He steps into the spotl

by John Wesley Harding on album God Made Me Do It- The Christmas EP

Here Comes The Groom With half an eye on history And half an ounce of hope Sold his soul in the vestry Money for old rope Been this way a million times But now his time is nigh He steps into the spotl

by John Wesley Harding on album Follow Our Trax Volume III

Here Comes The Groom With half an eye on history And half an ounce of hope Sold his soul in the vestry Money for old rope Been this way a million times But now his time is nigh He steps into the spotl

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town I was almost dying of thirst We parked the car in some old schoolyard The windscreen caked in dirt There was no water in the engine left No tread upon the tyres The

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

I shot John F.Kennedy in Dallas in 63 They blamed it on Oswald carelessly But it was the devil in me Put Jesus on the cross, I put a gag on the Boss I kissed him on the cheek so he couldn't speak But

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Midweek and we reached Scarlet Town I was almost dying of thirst We parked the car in some old schoolyard The windscreen caked in dirt There was no water in the engine left No tread upon the tyres The

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

I shot John F.Kennedy in Dallas in 63 They blamed it on Oswald carelessly But it was the devil in me Put Jesus on the cross, I put a gag on the Boss I kissed him on the cheek so he couldn't speak But

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

It's been raining for a million years And the weather just won't turn Try to build a fire round your place And the damned logs refuse to burn The braindead have been sitting on their sunbeds Where's h

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

It's been raining for a million years And the weather just won't turn Try to build a fire round your place And the damned logs refuse to burn The braindead have been sitting on their sunbeds Where's h

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

I took a deep breath and I just stood there staring It could have been stupid but I was past caring It all seemed to depend on one little kiss Oh but who would have thought it would turn out like this

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

I took a deep breath and I just stood there staring It could have been stupid but I was past caring It all seemed to depend on one little kiss Oh but who would have thought it would turn out like this

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Sometimes when you get mystic I have to leave the room Another accident statistic While the big bass drum goes boom There's an apocalypse now on Station Road If there's a nuclear winter, at least it'l

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Sometimes when you get mystic I have to leave the room Another accident statistic While the big bass drum goes boom There's an apocalypse now on Station Road If there's a nuclear winter, at least it'l

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

How can you be so dark and disgusting When she's all sweetness and light She doesn't lie through her teeth all day She doesn't grind them in her dreams When you hold her tight at night How can you be

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

How can you be so dark and disgusting When she's all sweetness and light She doesn't lie through her teeth all day She doesn't grind them in her dreams When you hold her tight at night How can you be

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son Though my roots show through I'm just 22 I don't belong to anyone When The Band was disbanded, I was disowned I got a number yo

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

There's nothing that's better at all That's better than the sound of the closest call Tells you to act proud, act proud, walk tall There's nothing that's better at all There's nothing that can be com

by John Wesley Harding on album Here Comes the Groom

Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son Though my roots show through I'm just 22 I don't belong to anyone When The Band was disbanded, I was disowned I got a number yo