Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Played a tambourine so well Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass" Soothed a local unwed mother Used to

You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

In this glass world In this glass world, we stop feeling pain, Going nowhere, we've got everything, In this glass world, People who live below, wish they were here, just looking in In this glass world, we bathe by starlight, No troubles here, that's on

I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke But I've lost my way He knows

Hey, hey, I got you I got your back, I got you I'll crawl over broken glass, I will stand in the flame Take the bullet, take the blows, I would take all the pain Anything, anything that you gotta get through I take your side, I lay my life down for you

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

You'll be my honeysuckle I'll be your honey bee I'll be your strong and steady You'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey You'll be my sunny day I'll be your shade tree I'll be your Mississippi You'll be my Little Loretta

An' tip our hats An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say country's fadin' There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud an' rowdy with P-B-R But

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations Always made in the A.M 'Cause we don't know what we're saying We're just swimmin' 'round in our glasses And talkin' out of our asses Like we're all gonna make it, yeah yeah You and me were