By The Yard

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jim Lauderdale

I'm one done Galileo Galilei
Who sparks [?] come to have my say
I could learn your poker faced bluff
But it wasn't good, never good, never good enough

Living in a puddle by the light of the moon
Morning, sweet morning, can't revive me too soon
I got no blanket, just a copy of the Times
And a pocket full, a pocket full, a pocket full of rhymes

Heaven don't charge by the yard, no, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy, it might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard

Is this heaven or the city of L.A.
Roaming round the country seeing who you might betray
Miracles, chapter, book and verse
You say you're the devil, but I've seen much worse

Roaring down the Truckee River on a raft
Putting space between me and my better looking half
A raft made of match sticks, fishing twine and prayer
Not built to shoot rapids but who am I to care

Heaven don't charge by the yard, no, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy, it might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard

Sunset, blood red, the last sails of day
Five stars falling into Half Dollar Bay
Got only my wits and a paid up union card
But heaven don't charge by the yard, by the yard

Heaven don't charge by the yard, no, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy, it might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2013 Black Roses Jim Laudersale