Pinwheel of Death

John Wesley Ryles


SONGS

Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1969

Lyrics KAY,
WITH ALL YOUR SINGING TALENT
BACK IN HOUSTON,
NASHVILLE'S
ALL YOU TALKED ABOUT.
I SOLD EVERYTHING I OWNED
TO BRING YOU HERE,
NOW YOU'LL BE FAMOUS,
THERE'S NO DOUBT.
LAST WEEK
YOU KNOCKED 'EM OUT
IN NEW YORK,
TONIGHT
CHICAGO'S GOING WILD,
KAY,
YOUR NEW RECORD
ON THE JUKEBOX
DON'T SOUND BAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
CAUTION LIGHTS
BLINKING OUT
THEIR WARNING,
SOME OLD FAITHFUL
BIG BEN CLOCK
CHIMES THREE A.M.,
STARVING HOUND DOGS
SEARCH THE TRASH CANS,
MY GAS TANK COULD STAND
A DOLLAR'S WORTH AGAIN.
ALL THOSE CHUCK HOLES
HERE ON MAIN STREET
JAR MY RIB CAGE,
I COULD CUSS.
KAY,
THE CROWD OF NIGHTLIFE PEOPLE
LOOK SO SAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
TWO YOUNG SOLDIERS
FROM FORT CAMPBELL
TOLD ME HOW
THEY HATE THAT WAR
IN VIETNAM,
SIRENS ECHOED
THROUGH AN ALLEY
AND SOME WOMAN SAID
A FELLOW STABBED A MAN.
I RUSHED MISS TEENAGE
TO A DOCTOR,
SHE BEGGED
TO GIVE THE CHILD
MY NAME.
I'VE LOST COUNT
OF CUPS OF COFFEE
I'VE HAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
THREE ROSE PETALS
ON MY FRONT SEAT
FALLEN FROM THE BOUQUET
JIMMY TOOK TO JUNE.
JIM KEPT MUMBLING
THROUGH HIS TEARDROPS
GOD,
SHE'LL LEAVE THIS WORLD
WITH FLOWERS IN HER ROOM.
KAY,
I SHOWED SOME DRUNK
YOUR PICTURE
AND HE MADE
SOME SMART REMARK,
SO I HIT HIM
IN THE MOUTH,
BOY, WAS I MAD!
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.

GUITARS,
ORGANS,
HORNS,
VIOLINS AND PIANOS,
HOW THEY PLAY,
GRINDING OUT
THE LATEST SOUNDS
FROM MUSIC CITY, U.S.A.
KAY,
ALTHOUGH I'VE LOST YOU
TO THE SWINGING MUSIC WORLD,
I KISS PICTURES
OF THOSE HAPPY TIMES
WE'VE HAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
 

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