Comin' Around Again Lyrics

Ya got some things to say
But you never like to speak
So you grab a pen and you head out for the table
You scotch taped a note down
Words that you wrote down
Resembeling an old english fable
And you were halfway to hardensburg
And you were halfway to hell
When you heard the sound
Of the organs bitter swell


Ya modeling the fashions while your countin up your rations
Well girl youve got plans of your own
Your curssing the masses
While your looking through your glasses well
Girl you aint ever going back home

And you were halfway to hardensburg
And you were halfway to hell
When you heard the sound
Of the organs bitter well
Well mr moses
Your front porch lights on
Ive come here for your daughter and i can see
That shes gone
You said she took a ring of mine to pawn
If i hurried i could catch her out on braodway to dawn
Ohhhhhh

Nd you were halfway to hardensburg and you were halfway to hell
When you heard the sound
Of the organs bitter swell