Brock Zeman - Push Them Stones lyrics

The wind's trying to blow on through the front door The rain sounds like God driving nail's Sitting and smoking by the candles All the lights are out in town No use in trying the T.V Guitar hasn't spoke to me in days Only thing shaking around here are My hands and the trees outside my window panes Hand's on the clock they're nailed on Time won't die it just grins and laughs Ain't nothing left to do for a poor boy You gotta push them stones through the hourgla** My ears are aching for some talking My belly's growling for some heat My arm's are reaching for a woman My legs are searching for mainstreet Guess I could call up Crazy Sandy She sure can dance good lordy lord With one hand she'll cure your lonely And with the other she'll be digging around In your pocket book You can go out every evening And have you a high time big boy But when your money well runs dry, dry, dry You'll be paying double for the nights you should've spent at home