Lyrics Return of the Grievous Angel (Live) - Emmylou Harris
                                                Won′t 
                                                you 
                                                scratch 
                                                my 
                                                itch 
                                                sweet 
                                                Annie 
                                                Rich
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                welcome 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                porch 
                                                or 
                                                I'll 
                                                step 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                parlor
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I′ll 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                how 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                went 
                                                down.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                truckers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                kickers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cowboy 
                                                angels
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                saloon 
                                                in 
                                                every 
                                                single 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                something 
                                                you 
                                                once 
                                                told 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                damned 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                did 
                                                not 
                                                come 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twenty 
                                                thousand 
                                                roads 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                down, 
                                                down, 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                lead 
                                                me 
                                                straight 
                                                back 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                flew 
                                                straight 
                                                across 
                                                that 
                                                river 
                                                bridge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Last 
                                                night 
                                                half 
                                                past 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                switchman 
                                                waved 
                                                his 
                                                lantern 
                                                goodbye
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                good 
                                                day 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                rolling 
                                                through.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Billboards 
                                                and 
                                                truckstops 
                                                pass 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                grievous 
                                                angel
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                just 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                headed 
                                                west 
                                                to 
                                                grow 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                country
 
                                    
                                
                                                Across 
                                                those 
                                                valleys 
                                                with 
                                                those 
                                                waves 
                                                of 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                my 
                                                devil 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                my 
                                                deep 
                                                blue 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                calico 
                                                bonnet 
                                                from 
                                                Cheyenne 
                                                to 
                                                Tennessee.
 
                                    
                                
                                                --- 
                                                Instrumental 
                                                ---
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                news 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                bring 
                                                    I 
                                                met 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                king
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                his 
                                                head 
                                                an 
                                                amphetamine 
                                                crown
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                talked 
                                                about 
                                                unbuckling 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                bible 
                                                belt
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                headed 
                                                out 
                                                for 
                                                some 
                                                desert 
                                                town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                truckers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                kickers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cowboy 
                                                angels
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                saloon 
                                                in 
                                                every 
                                                single 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                something 
                                                you 
                                                once 
                                                told 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I′ll 
                                                be 
                                                damned 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                did 
                                                not 
                                                come 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twenty 
                                                thousand 
                                                roads 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                down, 
                                                down, 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                lead 
                                                me 
                                                straight 
                                                back 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twenty 
                                                thousand 
                                                roads 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                down, 
                                                down, 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                lead 
                                                me 
                                                straight 
                                                back 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                you...
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Amarillo (Live)
2 Feelin' Single, Seein' Double - Live
3 That's All It Took - Live
4 Cry One More Time - Live
5 Coat of Many Colors - Live
6 Together Again (Live)
7 Return of the Grievous Angel (Live)
8 Bluebird Wine (Live)
9 Boulder to Birmingham - Live
10 Ooh Las Vegas (Live)
11 Hickory Wind - Live
12 Jambalaya (Live)
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