Paleface Lyrics

Paleface lyrics

I don't need to be all things 



to everyone but to you I can't try any harder 



holding my half up in this arrangement 



keeps landing me in hot water 



oh to bring good will 



I know that I can't buy you flowers 



oh to cure your ills 



would take more will than ours 







gold dust at my feet 



grease in my hair 



shoes of black leather 



kiss me again my sweet 



and make my pale face grow redder 







oh this ring comes from my girl 



and this coat belongs to my brother 



there's room for one other 



in this hiding place 



there is no disgrace 







I can hear the trumpet 



like Gabriel blowing out its reveille 



the march of the saints 



and roll call in heaven 



far over the deep blue sea 



oh the morning light 



can be mistaken for the sundown 



oh you set your sights 



and you find your map's the wrong way round 







gold dust etc 







this ring etc 







if you stay right here 



I could be right back 



I could give you some feathers to lay on 



it's a lonesome ride and the deck is stacked 



but we all need a hand to play on 







gold dust etc 







oh this ring etc 







there is no disgrace 







there is no disgrace