John Hiatt

My Baby Blue - John Hiatt Minutes turn to days Years just melt away In the park at dawn Just a flower on I keep callin' to you My baby blue, my baby blue I keep callin' to you My baby blue, my baby blue We discovered love In the basements of Some of

I got something to say little girl You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take it out on the road But if I don't get outta here pretty soon M

Whatever you don't follow that shot She rang those words out with all she got With a baby and the laundry in the Chevrolet Well, he thought about following anyway But he drove 'em to the strip mall laundromat In his three-day beard and his red man ha

I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anymore That's how you learn, you just get burned But we don't have to feel like dirt anymore Though love's not earned, Baby it's our turn We were always looking for true north With our heads in the clouds, just a little

When the road gets dark And you can no longer see Just let my love throw a spark And have a little faith in me And when the tears you cry Are all you can believe Just give these loving arms a try And have a little faith in me Have a little faith in m

Well, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried in the back With the English and the natives Slaughtered like sheep Women and babies A lot of bloo

When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And I don't have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartb

Tennessee Plates - John Hiatt I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do I turned the tv on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a cadillac with tennessee plates Since I

The Last Time - John Hiatt Time is runnin' out Friends are too The word is getting' out It's all bad news Scoundrels know my whereabouts They recognize these pointy shoes That's the last time I turn my back on you A friendly little game of cards Aces

Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds Along the river outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around