Oooh!

[many a good man]

oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh
oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh

A little brother is a little shy
He keeps a bible by his bedside
Under a bottle and some dim lamp light
Mirror on the dresser keep the buttons in line

And the baby sisters lonely only she don't lie
But she never sleeps alone at night
One in the basement and another on the side
She keeps her doors locked tight and the windows wide

oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh
oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh

Whats a woman and a man to do?
Half a heart's not enough for two
You ever wonder why the pictures bone dry?
The sugar pots empty when the neighbors drop by

Cause mama's saving all her sugar for you (3x)
Mama's saving it all

oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh
oh-oh-oh-oooh, oh-oh-ooooh

she was seven when I was seventeen
she was seven when I was seventeen
and no one takes us seriously
cause she was seven when I was seventeen

out from under your long locks
looking like you long forgot
what it's like to be in love
or maybe you are too young

crashing when our bike tires kissed
we sat and talked about the list
with all the boys that you don't miss
your list stopped before mine did

cause she was seven when I was seventeen
she was seven when I was seventeen
and no one takes us seriously
cause she was seven when I was seventeen

you were always on my list
and more then just our bike tires kissed
but you still see this fucked up kid
and the x's on my wrists

cause she was seven when I was seventeen
she was seven when I was seventeen
and no one takes us seriously
cause she was seven when I was seventeen

oh when I was seventeen

[Inchworm]

1. When - I - was seventeen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwv-DxOPhSc

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

-It was a mess of good years-

;)