lunes, 9 de abril de 2012


Drawing by Amy Mascena


it rained in the morning
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

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