Sunny Hill Cemetery
Gave the backhoe a reason to backhoe
The water round the willow drowned the garden
And it wouldn't grow
Sacred Days on the Brink
Gave the teenage excuse to be brave
And rattle bones like
Old stones
Husbands,
They want wives who make music
Know how to use it when those
Blues hit
I looked all over for you
But you're nowhere to be found
Slow Vines - Black Dog Lyrics
Slow Vines - Black Dog Lyrics
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Sunny Hill Cemetery
Gave the backhoe a reason to backhoe
The water round the willow drowned the garden
And it wouldn't grow
Sacred Days on the Brink
Gave the teenage excuse to be brave
And rattle bones like
Old stones
Husbands,
They want wives who make music
Know how to use it when those
Blues hit
I looked all over for you
But you're nowhere to be found
Gave the backhoe a reason to backhoe
The water round the willow drowned the garden
And it wouldn't grow
Sacred Days on the Brink
Gave the teenage excuse to be brave
And rattle bones like
Old stones
Husbands,
They want wives who make music
Know how to use it when those
Blues hit
I looked all over for you
But you're nowhere to be found
Writer: MEREDITH MARIE GODREAU, MICHAEL ROBERT O'BRADOVICH MCGUIRE
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Slow Vines
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: MEREDITH MARIE GODREAU, MICHAEL ROBERT O'BRADOVICH MCGUIRE