Hello, Mr. Soul. I just dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
The lights turned on and the curtain fell down
And when it was over, it felt like a dream
They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream
The agents had paid for the black limousine
That waited outside in the rain
Did you see them?
Did you see them?
Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you
Could you tell that the empty-quivered
Brown-skinned Indian on the banks
They were crowded and narrow
Held a broken arrow?
Eighteen years of “American Dream”
He saw that his brother had sworn on the wall
He hung up his eyelids and ran down the hall
His mother had told him a trip was a fall
And don’t mention babies at all
Did you see him?
Did you see him?
Did you see him in the river?
He was there to wave to you
Could you tell that the empty-quivered
Brown-skinned Indian on the banks
They were crowded and narrow
Held a broken arrow?
The streets were lined for the wedding parade
The Queen wore the white gloves, the county of song
The black-covered caisson her horses had drawn
Protected her King from the sun rays of dawn
They married for peace and were gone
Did you see them?
Did you see them?
Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you
Could you tell that the empty-quivered
Brown-skinned Indian on the banks
They were crowded and narrow
Held a broken arrow?
Other lyrics by Willie Nelson:
After All
I saw you at the bar looking like a movie star Reminds me of the times we had a ball I guess I can’t forget you after all You were with someone and you were having …
Are You Ready For The Country?
Slippin’ and slidin’ and playing domino Lefting and then righting, it’s not a crime, you know You got to tell your story, boy Before it’s time to …
Banks Of The Old Bandera
(Originally by Rodney Crowell) On the banks of the old Bandera Where roams the barefoot child On Sunday go to meetin’ shortcuts Out along the high wire lines down a …
Broken Arrow
Hello, Mr. Soul. I just dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season The lights turned on and the curtain fell …
Color Of Sound
If silence is golden, what color is sound? And the love we don’t hold in plants a seed in the ground Every thought that is spoken, every face in the crowd Every …