Red (Elegy)
my love is like a red, red rose
snake on her shoulder and a ring in her nose
sleepin' it off in her swaddlin' clothes
innocent as she lies
i don't know where she come from
hangin' with dealers and slick-back scum
dreamin' of a summer that never comes
and waitin' for me to die
she is the daughter of the joshua tree
long time losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the fields are fallow
soul needs savin' but i'm too damned shallow
sweet maria she's a pretty little 9
kicks like a mule but she barks just fine
i ain't cleaned her in a mighty long time
takin her out tonight
dip her in a bucket of kerosene
mr. rogers on my t.v. screen
friendliest sucker i ever seen
we are precious in his sight
'cause we are the children of the joshua tree
longtime losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the fields are barren
roof needs fixin' but i'm way past carin'
ophelia's drowned in the cold, cold flood
a thorn by any other name draws blood
deep red drops on a scarlet bud
daddy we comin' home
we don't know where home lies now
but we'll turn up there some damned how
drawn to the barn and the busted plow
and the graves all overgrown
because we are the children of the joshua tree
longtime losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the field's been trampled
you can't reason with a soul in shambles
snake on her shoulder and a ring in her nose
sleepin' it off in her swaddlin' clothes
innocent as she lies
i don't know where she come from
hangin' with dealers and slick-back scum
dreamin' of a summer that never comes
and waitin' for me to die
she is the daughter of the joshua tree
long time losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the fields are fallow
soul needs savin' but i'm too damned shallow
sweet maria she's a pretty little 9
kicks like a mule but she barks just fine
i ain't cleaned her in a mighty long time
takin her out tonight
dip her in a bucket of kerosene
mr. rogers on my t.v. screen
friendliest sucker i ever seen
we are precious in his sight
'cause we are the children of the joshua tree
longtime losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the fields are barren
roof needs fixin' but i'm way past carin'
ophelia's drowned in the cold, cold flood
a thorn by any other name draws blood
deep red drops on a scarlet bud
daddy we comin' home
we don't know where home lies now
but we'll turn up there some damned how
drawn to the barn and the busted plow
and the graves all overgrown
because we are the children of the joshua tree
longtime losers and o.g. wannabes
mama's in the corn and the field's been trampled
you can't reason with a soul in shambles
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Writer(s): David Robert Carter
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