Paroles Ballad of Ray Thomas de Adam Ezra

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Well my name is Ray ThomasA truck north of hereAnd I'll spin you a tale if you lend me your earAnd ya keep me with a smoke and a beerWell I'm 65 now and I'm still on the roadDoing locals up north in the snow and the coldBut at night it's back home where I'll drop off my loadAnd I'll go out to see my Michaela…And it's Fitzy's in town where us locals do dwellAnd the booze treats you right and it's all that they sellAnd my girl in the skirt come right over to meAnd she serves me a beer, and she's all that I seeOh Michaela…Michaela you're a vision to these eyes of mineAnd you can talk to me any and every old timeYou're the reason I'm still on this earth can't you see?You're a goddess, a poet, a beauty to me…Well I killed a man once back in '73I was a doing a job down in West TennesseeWhen a man fell asleep and swerved into the on-coming laneThey all told me I wasn't to blame…And I turned to the bottle, where I've been ever sinceAnd I ain't coming back 'till I'm no longer blitzedThat boy's body was crushed all the way into his back seatBy my eighteen wheel killer, my hands, and my feet…And on the hard days she knows and she gives me a smileAnd I tell her a joke, and we'll laugh for a whileAnd she'll keep the beers comin' 'till two or 'till threeAnd I wrap myself up in my own fantasyWith Michaela…Michaela, you readin' my mindIt's okay to forget for a while what's behindAnd you pardon my sentence with one mischievous lineYou make me truck home one more day at a time…Day at a time…Well my eldest son, Randy, took off with a shoutAnd a shot crossed my jaw, and he knocked me clean outHe stood up on his feet, man I taught him to beWith my own swollen knuckles, like my dad did me…And my two girls they live her in townThey each married a Jones boy, to love they have foundOr at least they'll keep thinkin' till they hit the groundFrom a dream that grows old and faded…And my wife shuts her mouth cause I'm payin' the rentAnd I'll beat her like hell, and that's where I'll be sentFor I've known all along since I was born where I'm boundTo a place where I'll no longer hear the sweet soundOf Michaela…Michaela, oh angel, you'll turn me aroundYou're the daughter, and lover, and meaning I've foundAnd you are not cursed by the Thomas bloodlineYou do right know me, and thank your God and thank mine…Thank mine…Grew up as a farm-girl, she's paving her wayAnd it's waitress by night and it's study by dayThat she'll soon make a fortune don't come as a surpriseAs she takes on the world with invincible eyes…Oh my blue collar princess, such wit and such graceAs she snaps at the sinners who frequent this placeAs they try to caress her, or take a just tasteFor I'm sure that she tastes just like honey…Work now three years at Fitzy's, come May or come JuneAnd the men who come see her, they fill up the roomAnd we each get a turn at her service divineAs we're poured retribution, one a timeBy Michaela…Michaela, you never will know The extent your magic to us down belowAnd Michaela, I'm yours 'till the day that I dieBut I know that your future is greater than I…Greater than I…Oh, my Michaela…Yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah…

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