Tekst:
Ginger

Go east of your dream and farm Let peace and silence spin your yarn What harm can befall thee In yon wilderness of clove? Go on east of ginger trees

One, two, three, four Certain kinds of nights Find me swimming alone, inside my bed Certain kinds of songs Leave me without a sound, without a trace

me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening your mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to where we lived before As ginger

But now as I walk out the door I know like I never did before Ginger is gentle and waiting for me in Tennessee Ginger is gentle and waiting for me in Tennessee Ginger

oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh Well, anything can happen Both our numbers on the napkins Drenched in coke and gin It's soaking in On the floor, remember Thanks to all the jack and ginger

laughter is all the woman of now hears in gloom I wander, it batters me though I subsist of it the smell of incense arouses me abeyance maddens me a ginger

Take a walk down memory lane with me Past a watermelon stand on the way Thinking I had everything we'd need on Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late How

deep inside There?s always a cold sweat in his neck She was everyone?s girl with no name Ginger was her name Ginger Red was her name Ginger Red, she

Ginger Snaps When the cowboy sings When the Saturn rings When the ginger snaps When the thunder claps You can cut my hair You can fill my cup You can