by Richard Shindell on album Courier

New York has been buried in snow since last Saturday The papers said the storm had passed over you Thank you for the play you wrote about Heloise And her injury at the hand of an almighty memory

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

1:Come all you Texas Rangers, wherever you may be, I'll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me. My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell, But here's to all good rangers, I'm sure I

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

Fifty six I sailed aboard A ship called Byron One She's carried trawler men on deck And a harpoon whaling gun Chorus: Oh you trawlermen, come on Forget your snapper and your prawn For it's out

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

Northbound 35 Through the iron hills Under infidel skies It's two hundred miles to drive You won't be home I saw an elsebound train On the overpass In the driving rain Every ticket costs th

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

I remember everything How I went too far How I lost my way Out on Bardstown Road How I drove around in circles Til the morning slipped away Then headed back to Louisville And kissed Gethsemani goodby

by Richard Shindell on album Miscellaneous

Window open wide Blowing through the north woods No radar gun in sight The moon shines on the asphalt Two eyes in the dark Young doe in the high beams She don't stand a chance If she ain't already go

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

I was born in a forked-tongued story Raised up by merchants and drugstore liars Now I walk on the paths of glory One foot in ice, one in fire I see the mountain, the mountain comes to me I see the mo

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me But I can't leave this world behind My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting free And I can't leave this world behind I'

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

I'm standing outside on the balcony Balloon man is passing below Making his way to the park by the church He goes where the little ones go Balloon man's a little bit ragged His glasses are

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

¿Dónde pongo lo hallado? En las calles, los libros La noche, los rostros En que te he buscado ¿Dónde pongo lo hallado? En la tierra, en tu nombre En la Biblia, en el d&iac

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

Was in the spring one sunny day My sweetheart left me, she went away And now she’s gone and I don’t worry Cause I’m sittin on top of the world That big old river so deep and wide I saw he

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

The thief is down Flat on the ground Face on cement A crowd gathers round His old black coat Thrown over his head The crowd's all hushed Cause it looks like he's dead He's got a limite

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

I'm going away to leave you, love I'm going away for a while But I'll return to you sometime If I go ten thousand miles CHORUS The storms are on the ocean And the heavens may cease to be This

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

So'lo le pido a Dios que el dolor no me sea indiferente, que la reseca muerte no me encuentre vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente. So'lo le pido a Dios que lo injusto no me sea indiferent

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

Born down in a dead mans town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog thats been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the u.s.a., I w

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

Out on highway 215 the trucks are hauling wheat grain Apples, soy beans, good red wine to the docks at Ensenada The camioneros sit up high and smoke their black tobacco In another hour they'll s

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

I'm a juggler out in traffic Just another clown Throwing fire at the sky You are facing forward Heading out of town Just waiting for the light Here together in the street The way it is, we never

by Richard Shindell on album Not Far Now

Come on Clara Don't look at me with those big sad eyes Please Clara No use crying, it won't work this time Enough is enough We've been through this a thousand times Ever since we starte

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border To take all their money to wade back again My fat

by Richard Shindell on album South Of Delia

looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real all of the buildings, all of those cars were once just a dream in somebody's head she