Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of The Grievous Angel

by Gram Thomas O Brown

Williams vocals/acoustic guitar
David harmony
Leadon guitar
Chris Etheridge
Oldham piano
Michael guitar
Benmont Tench
Breen drums
Greig mandolin/lap steel

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Rich
And me back to town
Come out on your porch or step into your parlour
And I'll tell you how it all went
Out with the truckers and the and the cowboy angels
And a saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once me
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And be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back to you
Cause I headed West to grow up with the
those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep sea
And I thought about a bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
We flew straight across that river
Last half past two
The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and day as we
Went rolling
Billboards and pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me
He wants to take my money for I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep sea
And I thought about a bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
The news I could bring I met up the king
On his head an crown
He talked unbuckling that old bible belt
And headed out for desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy
And a good saloon in single town
And I remember something that you once me
And I'll be damned if it did not come
Twenty thousand roads I down down down
And they all me straight back home to you
Twenty roads I went down down down
And all lead me straight back home to you

From "The Return Of The Angel"
A To Gram Parsons
And See Music (BMI) 1974