Lyrics for Living With A Saint

Don’t Come On By On Sunday

I first saw her at the corner store

She seemed a little down on her luck

She looked the owner straight in the eye

Say Jack lend me twenty bucks

He said Mabel you know darling

I’d do cartwheels just for you

And he gave her twenty hard-earned bucks

They discussed just when it was due

 

She said

Don’t come on by on Sunday

Don’t come on by on Sunday

Don’t come on by on Sunday

Cos Sunday is my day of rest

 

I next saw her at the local tavern

Drinking beer as black as pitch

Playing pool with the one-eyed waiter

Who was moving like he had an itch

The stakes had already been decided

A home-cooked dinner in her living room

When he sunk the black ball in the side pocket

Her shriek was louder than a sonic boom

 

Chorus

 

I finally spoke to her at the library

She said I dearly love to read

A southern comfort and a good mystery

Is all I ever need

I said I’m a man of many talents

Educated and worldly wise

Won’t you take me home some sunny afternoon

And try me on for size

 

Chorus

 

© ken ward 2008

 

You Broke Another Heart

Well you broke another heart

Shattered through and through

You took another lover

Down with you

Disguising all your pain

By crying in the rain

 

You broke another heart

A hurt enough to kill

Kisses and caresses

Time will never heal

Drinking long into the night

Before starting another fight

 

You broke another heart

How the innocent can weep

Their trust turned into ashes

Faith lying in a heap

The lies you tell yourself

Love put back on the shelf

 

You broke another heart

Black as candle soot

You gave away all your secrets

Like chapters in a book

Hiding out in a deeper dark

A soul without a spark

 

You broke another heart

Touched by wonder and despair

You could have looked the other way

When you passed that heart upon the stairs

Let nature take its course

Some lovers need a kinder source

 

You broke another heart

Dreams scattered on the wind

No thought about the costs

To the sinner or the sinned

Another lock upon the door

Tears dropped across the floor

 

You broke another heart

A life went spinning off in space

You told the same old story

Without a touch of wit or grace

Each love arrives so fresh and new

Leaves with a song in black and blue  

 

© ken ward 2006

 

I Dug My Own Grave

I dug my own grave

I dug my own grave

I dug my own grave

Deep as any well

When I dive in I’m goin’

Straight to hell

Cos I dug my own grave

I dug my own grave

 

I dug my own grave (x3)

With a shovel that I stole

I got the morals of a jackel

I got to dig a deeper hole

I dug my own grave (x2)

 

I dug my own grave  (x3)

Blood sweat and tears

Filling up my boots

Like memories filling up the years

I dug my own grave (x2)

 

I dug my own grave (x3)

Cold december rains

Flowing off my bare back

Blood frozen in my veins

I dug my own grave (x2)

 

I dug my own grave (x3)

Deep as any well

If I dive in I’m goin’

Straight to hell

Cos I dug my own grave (x...)

 

© ken ward 2006 

 

Watertown

I prayed for understanding

And I prayed for rain

I prayed for a ride

On that southbound train

I prayed for a good woman

To take me in

Lift my spirits up

Dissolve all my earthly sins

 

Take me down to Watertown

Where the winds they ain’t blowin’

Where all the people live in happiness

And the winds they ain’t blowin'

 

I prayed for justice

And I prayed for truth

I prayed to get back

All I had lost in my youth

I prayed for a good woman

To take me by the hand

Lead me down to the water

Across this burnin’ sand

 Chorus

 

I prayed for direction

And I prayed for strength

I prayed for a good life

Whatever its length

I prayed for a good woman

To save my soul

Take me down to Watertown

Where the winds they don’t blow

 

Chorus x2

 

© ken ward 2007 

What Have I Got To Do

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

 

I paid the rent, when you were broke

When you needed a laugh, I had a joke

I didn’t drink, when times were tough

Your kind of love, has made life rough

 

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

 

I hung your picture on my wall

I took you shopping at the mall

I gave you hugs and kisses too

Tell me what have I got to do

 

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

 

On valentine’s day, the roses were red

When you wrecked my car, nothing was said

Tatoos removed, I didn’t complain

I spent all night in a cold, hard rain

 

I came home early, nearly every night

I never tried to pick a fight

I always remembered your favourite pie

You are the stars that fill my sky

 

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

What have I got to do

To prove I’m in love with you

To prove I’m in love with you

 

© ken ward 2005

 

Tom Cat Blues

Tom cat howling under the moon

Gonna kill that cat he don’t stop real soon

I got financial problem can’t pay the rent

First of the month has came and went

 

(chorus)

Tom cat tom cat tom cat blues

Howling all night I’m back on the booze

Tom cat tom cat I got the tom cat blues

 

Tom cat calling to all his lady friends

That high-pitched holler gives me the bends

I got female problems my wife is long gone

She set fire to the couch and she took the phone

(chorus)

 

Tom cat sharing the midnight news

In a voice to peel the paint off the local church pews

I’m worried about my health  I got this cancer scare

Sick every morning and I’m losing my hair

(chorus)

 

Tom cat hissing worse than a hundred snakes

If it gets any crazier I’ll have to pull up stakes

Move to the country listen to those hooting owls

While back in the city that tom cat prowls

 

(chorus)

 

© ken ward 2006

 

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry

for hurting you

I heard you cried

The whole night through

I’m sorry about the things I didn’t say

The things I didn’t do

The promises I broke

When you thought that I’d come through

 

We were young and we were foolish

You fooled me and I fooled you

We were new to relationships

And the damages they could do

I was mesmerized by your sex

It smelled of the essence of life

I was torn between awe and wonder

Every breath full of hunger and strife

 

(chorus)

I’m sorry

for hurting you

I heard you cried

The whole night through

I’m sorry about the things I didn’t say

The things I didn’t do

The promises I broke

When you thought that I’d come through

 

You were young and you were angry

I was confused by your tenderness

I knew you had danced with the devil

Yet you remembered our first kiss

You were perfect in that instant

Making gardens grow on sight

You were the fire that lights the heavens

The light that lights the lights

(chorus)

 

© ken ward 2008

 

 

Rocky Comes Home

Rocky comes home

In the middle of the night

A cut over his eye

From someone else’s fight  

Beer on his breath

A tear in his shirt.

So beat up by life  

He don’t know that he’s hurt 

 

Rocky comes home

When all else fails

He’s spent a hundred nights

In ninety-nine jails

He’s spent a hundred nights

In ninety-nine jails

Rocky comes home

When all else fails

 

Rocky comes home 

In the middle of the day  

His pockets are empty

Don’t have too much to say   

He doesn’t ask for money   

His only need is love

The kind that’s revealed 

In the stars up above

 

Rocky comes home

When all else fails

He’s spent a hundred nights

In ninety-nine jails

He’s spent a hundred nights

In ninety-nine jails

Rocky comes home

When all else fails

 

Rocky comes home  

In the middle of a crime 

He still hasn’t learned nothing 

About space or about time 

Carrying a bundle of letters 

That he wished he had sent 

From one adventure or another 

Where his karma was spent 

 

Rocky comes home  

When the nights get too cold

He threw his dice on the table

And they rolled and they rolled  

He threw his dice on the table

And they rolled and they rolled  

Rocky comes home 

When the nights get too cold 

 

Rocky comes home  

When there’s nothing left to lose   

A rope around his neck

Shaped like a noose   

He’s given away all his secrets  

He’s lost all his faith

There ain’t one kind-hearted person   

In the whole human race

 

Rocky comes home   

When his life falls apart  

Some man’s broken his will

Some woman’s broken his heart  

Some man’s broken his will

Some woman’s broken his heart

Rocky comes home

When his life falls apart

 

Rocky comes home  

When it strikes his mind  

He never knows

What he might find

He never knows

What he might find

Rocky comes home

When it strikes his mind

 

© ken ward 2008

 

Saint James Infirmary Blues

(traditional)

 

 

 

Living With A Saint

I recognize that shine in your eyes

That sweet smile upon your face

That lilt I love in your voice

Your feet dancing place to place

 

I recognize that tremor on your lips

Your cheeks all flushed with red

A soft glowing kind of light

Like a halo forming around your head

 

And I know that you are changing

Into something that I ain't

I feel such a sense of gravity

Cos I’m living with a saint

Living with a saint

Living with a saint

 

I recognize that lightness in your body

Your breath like fresh marmalade

The pleasure with which you eat dessert

The best pie that I ever made

 

I recognize the caring in your hands

As I listen to your kitty cat purr

Your song that gives the whole world hope

It’s a goodness I can barely endure

 

And I know that I will never find

Another woman who leaves me this faint

I feel such a sense of eternalness

Cause I’m living with a saint  (x3)

 

I recognize your heart taking flight

A heavenly echo drifting through space

A harmony of colours lighting up our lives

Black and white looking out of place

 

I recognize your rejoicing in nature

In everything that lives and that breathes

Your understanding of all our tomorrows

My fate sailing on your breeze

 

And I know that love is an adventure

Of this life I have no complaint

It’s just that all my sins are so highly visible

Cause I’m living with a saint  (x3)

 

© ken ward 2005

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