"What a joy for us just running down
This crooked trail of midnight
And the peaceful things inside me that it does
Then you whisper low 'I have to go'
The acid tears start coming slow
To complicate a simple thing as love."
-John Hartford
"What a joy for us just running down
This crooked trail of midnight
And the peaceful things inside me that it does
Then you whisper low 'I have to go'
The acid tears start coming slow
To complicate a simple thing as love."
-John Hartford