it rained in the
afternoon too
it rain the whole
evening
until I came back to
you
the road is painful
down in my feet
it hurts me so to know
how you cheat
Thorns, spines, and
prickles all shivering in my veins
Lies, riddles and inventions
sinking me in pain
Who’s that howling?
Tell me who's that
howling?
It’s the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
Willie Mae was a
lonely woman
Cotton eyes, wooden
skin
She was accused of
kidnapping the most famous secret twin
Maybellene she died
for our sins
in the disturbing
parking lot of a motor inn
mute and deaf she
rests in pain
for all the love in
vain
all her love in vain
who's that howling?
tell me who's that
howling?
It’s the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
You know Abe he had to
roam
till he got to the
door of the funeral home
oh Cain, oh dear Cain
you know Hattie
Carroll was kill with the same cane
Abe, brother,
Abe, brother,
Walk with me for an hour
till the earth turns
sour
till the rain tears
down the tower
who's that howling?
tell me who's that
howling?
it’s the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
Jim the Apostle
and his little Southern Rose
there were born by the
Mississippi,
in the outskirts of a
town called Lows
Until early one
morning
licking his coffee
from the cup
Jim said, looking at
her very briefly:
"Darling, I will
be better off if you move up"
who's that howling?
tell me who's that
howling?
its the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
"Look pal is nobody's fault but mine"
Said the voice in the dead
hot line,
“You are going to
hell, there’s nothing you can do
I know every answer,
sir, even who made you”
I can talk to Jesus;
he writes me letters from time to time,
But I don’t tell him anything
‘bout that sweetheart of mine
28 miles east of Waco
I wasn’t there but I
was near
So I decided to
stepped in for a beer
I cleaned my gun, I
said my prayers,
Best things in me are
hidden under layers and layers
who's that howling?
tell me who's that
howling?
it’s the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
“If I had my way I'd tear
the building down”
Said the saint to the
believer
“If y’all don’t change
right now
you will die from a
bad swamp fever”
Sam Hopkins stared at
me
A cigar coming out of
his mouth,
You can say whatever
you want little scout
But things are
different down here in the south
who's that howling?
tell me who's that
howling?
it’s the west wind
grinning, baby
just the west wind
grinning
Crow Jane sure was a
fine looking woman
She had the money and
the looks
She could make you
feel just like a senseless crook
But you know honey,
everything goes away
And all the gold you
own turns into clay
So don’t be stupid,
don’t be plain
Treat your lover like he
was desert rain
Baby, like he was desert rain
