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Shakey Graves

Dusty Lion

 

Dusty Lion


So hear me roar I'm a dusty lion
They will heed the call for a quarter mile
Tis the season to roam for a mate
And my doorbell's sure to ring if I just sit and wait

Yes they come to play on these legs like iron
They will give you more than the favored prize
At the fair is worth anymore
You get the keys to the city and directions to my door

But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore

Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail
Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail
Til you can't see my eyes or my ears
And you don't know whether I've been missing for days
Or I've been missing for days or I been missing for fucking years I been missing for fucking years

Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary
Something a lurking might spot them and then
Back to their home they will hastily scurry
Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in
Saying knock knock knock
Is anybody home
Saying knock knock knock knock knock knock
Is anybody home

But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore

Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be
From my bed of rope everything I see
Times a changing
No food for the gulls
The beach house misses you sincerely
It complains you never call

But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders
All we need is a break from time to time
Surely the weather doesn't get much better
I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life

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