Dusty Lion - Shakey Graves

So hear me roar on my dusty lion

They will heed the call for a quarter mile

Tis the season to roam for a mate

Now my doorbell’s sure to ring if I just sit and wait

Yes they come to play

On these legs like iron

They will give you more

Than the favored prize at the fair is worth anymore

You get the keys to the city

And directions to my door

But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming

Maybe I’ll fake it a little bit more

Surely the weather doesn’t peep through my sweater

Or sting the eyes of those who I adore

Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail

Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail

Til you can’t see my eyes or my ears

And you don’t know whether I’ve been missing for days

Or I’ve been missin' for days or I been missin' for fuckin' years I been

missin' for fuckin' years

Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary

Somethin' a lurkin' might spot them and then

Back to their home they will hastily scurry

Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in

Sayin' knock knock knock

Is anybody home

Sayin' knock knock knock knock knock knock

Is anybody home

But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming

Maybe I’ll fake it a little bit more

Surely the weather doesn’t peep through my sweater

Or sting the eyes of those who I adore

Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be

From my bed of rope everything I see

Times a changin'

No food for the gulls

The beach house misses you sincerely

It complains you never call

But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders

All we need is a break from time to time

Surely the weather doesn’t get much better

I hope this ain’t the time of my life

Yeah surely the weather doesn’t get much better I hope this ain’t the time of

my life

Yeah surely the weather doesn’t get much better I hope this ain’t the time of

my life