paroles de chanson Death and Hell - The Highwaymen
She
stepped
down
from
her
carriage,
At
Ten
Vermillon
Street.
I
took
off
my
roustabout,
And
slung
it
at
her
feet.
We
went
into
her
parlor,
And
she
cooled
me
with
her
fan,
But
said,
"I′ll
go
no
further,
With
a
fantasy-makin'
man."
I
said,
"I′d
walk
on
the
Ponchatrain,
For
what
you
have
today."
Just
a
drink
from
your
deep
well,
And
I'll
be
on
my
way.
She
laughed
and
heaven
filled
the
room.
Said,
"This
I
give
to
you,
This
body's
wisdom
is
the
flesh,
But
here′s
a
thing
or
two.
"Death
and
hell
are
never
full.
And
neither
are
the
eyes
of
men.
Cats
can
fly
from
nine
stories
high.
And
pigs
can
see
the
wind."
She
let
me
make
my
pallet,
In
the
moonlight
on
the
floor.
Just
outside
of
paradise,
But
right
in
hell′s
back
door.
The
image
of
her
nibbled,
At
the
eye
of
my
soul.
My
dreams
were
a
hurricane,
And
quite
out
of
control.
Then
her
voice
came
through
the
storm,
It's
more
than
flesh
I
deal.
And
you
will
have
to
pay,
For
any
wisdom
that
you
steal
I
woke
to
tinted
windows,
In
lavender
and
red.
The
first
station
of
the
cross,
Is
just
above
my
head.
I
awoke
to
gargoyles,
And
a
hard
bench
for
my
bed
Jesus
Christ
and
Pontias
Pilate,
Were
just
above
my
head.
Death
and
hell
are
never
full.
And
neither
are
the
eyes
of
men.
Cats
can
fly
from
nine
stories
high.
And
pigs
can
see
the
wind.
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