High Heeled Harlem Girl


Been to Beale/Been to Rush/Been down Broadway too

No whiskey singing woman ever broke my heart in two

Took a high-heeled Harlem girl like you.

 

Sour mash soothe my soul/ Rusty-rail freight train roll

Knoxville  can't come soon enough for me...

Coz Harlem girls don't live in Tennessee

 

Been to Beale/Been to Rush/Been down Broadway too

No whiskey singing woman ever broke my heart in two

Took a high-heeled Harlem girl like you.

 

Take me down a country road/willow trees/croaking toads

Sing along with me in harmony

Those neon lights have seen the last of me


Been to Beale/Been to Rush/Been down Broadway too

No whiskey singing woman ever broke my heart in two

Took a high-heel Harlem girl like you.

Took a high-heel Harlem girl like you.

Took a high-class Harlem girl like you.


words & music David Caris ASCAP

Drifting Sand

Leaves are falling/winter’s calling

Hazy sun /low in the sky

I am shipwrecked/my soul is stranded

Drifting sand is piling high

Drifting sand is piling high

 

Like a vagrant overstaying

I have nowhere left to go

This is warm and familiar

Like the life I used to know

Like the life I used to know

 

I am fractured/ I am fallen

Let me lay here with my rye

In the shadows/ In my ruin

Drifting sand is piling high

Drifting sand is piling high


words & music David Caris ASCAP

Black Hills


Staring at these black hills/ Rolling out to nowhere

Shaking off the evening chills

Every breath hangs in the air

 

Headlights come and blur on by

Every hope ends with a sigh

I watch the world pass me by at the edge of this highway

 

Let those black hills roll on by

Coz tomorrow’s a new day

And the place I thought I’d die

Is far away…far away

 

Staring at these black hills/ Reaching out to no one

Nothing but the seasons change

Everything else remains the same

 

People wait for snow to clear

They read their maps then disappear

But I am always here

At the edge of this highway

 

Let those black hills roll on by

Coz tomorrow’s a new day

And the place I thought I’d die

Is far away…far away

 

Staring at those black hills / Knowing they lead somewhere

Waiting for the evening chill

As night sounds to fill the air

 

Tonight I’ll drift with the wind

Rise up and begin again

I’ll sail far away…from the edge of this highway

 

Let those black hills roll on by

Coz tomorrow’s a new day

And the place I thought I’d die

Is far away…far away