A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
Been a long time gone
Stood right here whispered in my ear
All the love gone wrong
I've been living my life like a howlin wind
And I can't put out this flame
A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
Coming back again
All this time we've been turning, turning like a screw
Down some roads of silver and gold
But I could never find you
Been living my life like a lonesome whistle blowin
Now I can't turn back
A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
Coming down the track
And if I told the truth
All these memories of you
Well that's why I play the game
A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
Like it never came
I've sang these songs a thousand times
Ever since I was young
It's a long time comin' and a drummer keeps drummin
Your work is never done
I still see you there in that silver blue air
And I never have moved on
A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
I'm just a long time gone
A friend of mine said "A long time comin'"
I'm a long time gone
John Hiatt - Terms Of My Surrender Album Lyrics
John Hiatt - Terms Of My Surrender Lyrics
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Face Of God
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Now my eyes are blind from crying
Don't know how many more tears I've got!
They say God is a devil,
Until you look him in the eye.
They say God is a devil,
Until you look him in the eye.
I can barely lift my head up,
And sometimes I don't even wanna try.
I'm not looking for love, baby
Looking how I'm looking,
Anybody tell me where all love go!?
I know I want something
Before you see the eyes of God
Cause I'm busting down to nothing
And its a long down road I'm on.
How does them show up yesterday?
Like a rain come down from the cloud.
I just didn't showed up yesterday
Like a rain come down from a cloud.
I was own blood from the enemy
Long before my neighbors got proud.
They ride a big fancy cars,
Then like to cut the grass they sow
They ride a big fancy cars,
Then like to cut the grass they sow
I'm doing cartwheel on the front lawn
I'm still coming to the kitchen door.
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Now take my shit, baby
Why don't you tell me what you got?
Before you see the face of God?
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Now my eyes are blind from crying
Don't know how many more tears I've got!
They say God is a devil,
Until you look him in the eye.
They say God is a devil,
Until you look him in the eye.
I can barely lift my head up,
And sometimes I don't even wanna try.
I'm not looking for love, baby
Looking how I'm looking,
Anybody tell me where all love go!?
I know I want something
Before you see the eyes of God
Cause I'm busting down to nothing
And its a long down road I'm on.
How does them show up yesterday?
Like a rain come down from the cloud.
I just didn't showed up yesterday
Like a rain come down from a cloud.
I was own blood from the enemy
Long before my neighbors got proud.
They ride a big fancy cars,
Then like to cut the grass they sow
They ride a big fancy cars,
Then like to cut the grass they sow
I'm doing cartwheel on the front lawn
I'm still coming to the kitchen door.
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Tell me how much more suffering
Before you see the face of God?
Now take my shit, baby
Why don't you tell me what you got?
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mariene
Mariene, Mariene
When you call my name
Mariene, Mariene
Like the summer rain
Like the honey too
Deep all in my brain
Mariene, Mariene
I'm in love with you
You know I wont be never satisfied
You make the blues running high
I don't know how many times I tried
To have a good girl by my side
Well I can mumble and I can squat
You got me that baby talk
I try to run but I can't even walk
Mariene, Mariene
Mariene, Mariene
If it was up to me
You know you are in my dreams
Back to Tennessee
I can't change
I don't think I'm doomed
Mariene, Mariene
I give it all to you
You know I wont be never satisfied
You make the blues running high
I don't know how many times I tried
To have a good girl by my side
Well I can mumble and I can squat
You got me that baby talk
I tried to run but I can't even walk
Mariene, Mariene
Mariene, Mariene
When you call my name
Mariene,Mariene
You're like the summer rain
Like the honey too
Deep all in my brain
Mariene, Mariene
I'm in love with you
When you call my name
Mariene, Mariene
Like the summer rain
Like the honey too
Deep all in my brain
Mariene, Mariene
I'm in love with you
You know I wont be never satisfied
You make the blues running high
I don't know how many times I tried
To have a good girl by my side
Well I can mumble and I can squat
You got me that baby talk
I try to run but I can't even walk
Mariene, Mariene
Mariene, Mariene
If it was up to me
You know you are in my dreams
Back to Tennessee
I can't change
I don't think I'm doomed
Mariene, Mariene
I give it all to you
You know I wont be never satisfied
You make the blues running high
I don't know how many times I tried
To have a good girl by my side
Well I can mumble and I can squat
You got me that baby talk
I tried to run but I can't even walk
Mariene, Mariene
Mariene, Mariene
When you call my name
Mariene,Mariene
You're like the summer rain
Like the honey too
Deep all in my brain
Mariene, Mariene
I'm in love with you
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Wind Dont Have To Hurry
Now the wind don't have to hurry
Blowing cross my bones
Rolling out the pastures
Smoothin' and out the stones
Theres fire on the mountain
Dark angels in the trees
The wind don't have to hurry
They're taking what they please
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Now the fraud police are coming
Right out to your door
They say you have no liberty
if you're who there looking for
No writ of habeas corpus
No platform of the sands
The wind don't have to hurry
Only the wind knows where you went
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Now the wind don't have to hurry
Blowing to my soul,
I stole for gold and diamonds
And buried in this hole
They brought my love a pistol
They put it to her head
Now the wind don't have to hurry
She was already dead
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Blowing cross my bones
Rolling out the pastures
Smoothin' and out the stones
Theres fire on the mountain
Dark angels in the trees
The wind don't have to hurry
They're taking what they please
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Now the fraud police are coming
Right out to your door
They say you have no liberty
if you're who there looking for
No writ of habeas corpus
No platform of the sands
The wind don't have to hurry
Only the wind knows where you went
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Now the wind don't have to hurry
Blowing to my soul,
I stole for gold and diamonds
And buried in this hole
They brought my love a pistol
They put it to her head
Now the wind don't have to hurry
She was already dead
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nobody Knew His Name
Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here
Looking for a long black train
Said his baby left town with an Engineer
Cut across the midnight rain, boys
Straight across the midnight rain
Now everybody said he'd been in Vietnam
When he was pretty young
That's when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed
Now the fighting ain't never done, boys
Now the fighting ain't never done.
Red tip while the cigarette glowin'
Windows up against the rain
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
Nobody knew his name, boys
Nobody knew his name
Sheriff run him off once in a while
But he would be right back
With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper
Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys
Crying by the side of the tracks
He'd try to keep from turning the tables
Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs
But there was always some whiskey back at the stables
If you knew where to look around, boys
If you knew where to look around.
Red tip of a cigarette glowin'
Windows up against the rain
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
But nobody knew his name, boys
Nobody knew his name
Slinging Pizza and Beer
Down at Waterfront Park
Handicapping dogs for the clientèle
A different pick for each one
Yeah, it didn't matter who won
Somebody gonna tip him well, boys
Somebody gonna tip him well
Well they found him in his Cadillac car
Out behind the old farm store
He was sitting there like we was going somewhere
And he wasn't coming back no more, boys
He wasn't coming back no more
Looking for a long black train
Said his baby left town with an Engineer
Cut across the midnight rain, boys
Straight across the midnight rain
Now everybody said he'd been in Vietnam
When he was pretty young
That's when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed
Now the fighting ain't never done, boys
Now the fighting ain't never done.
Red tip while the cigarette glowin'
Windows up against the rain
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
Nobody knew his name, boys
Nobody knew his name
Sheriff run him off once in a while
But he would be right back
With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper
Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys
Crying by the side of the tracks
He'd try to keep from turning the tables
Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs
But there was always some whiskey back at the stables
If you knew where to look around, boys
If you knew where to look around.
Red tip of a cigarette glowin'
Windows up against the rain
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
But nobody knew his name, boys
Nobody knew his name
Slinging Pizza and Beer
Down at Waterfront Park
Handicapping dogs for the clientèle
A different pick for each one
Yeah, it didn't matter who won
Somebody gonna tip him well, boys
Somebody gonna tip him well
Well they found him in his Cadillac car
Out behind the old farm store
He was sitting there like we was going somewhere
And he wasn't coming back no more, boys
He wasn't coming back no more
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Babys Gonna Kick
I'm riding downtown 'bout a John Lee er
Got my mind set on a slow meat cooker
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Somebody said wolves howlin' at my door
I ain't seen no wolf since I was 24
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Jiggle to the left, jiggle to the right
One more jiggle and I'm puting out the light
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Now some girls won't do the fire walk
They try to tell you that the coals ain't hot
And my baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday,
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Well Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Got my mind set on a slow meat cooker
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Somebody said wolves howlin' at my door
I ain't seen no wolf since I was 24
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Jiggle to the left, jiggle to the right
One more jiggle and I'm puting out the light
My baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Now some girls won't do the fire walk
They try to tell you that the coals ain't hot
And my baby, is gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday,
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Baby's gonna kick
Well Baby's gonna kick,
Baby's gonna kick me out someday
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nothin I Love
I play some poker on Friday night
But I'm always holding my cards too tight
I got a tell, it's my twitchy eye
They take my money and it makes me cry.
Oh, nothing I love,
Oh, nothing I love
Nothing I love
Is good for me, but you!
Well I'm smoking cigars, baby, one, two three
'Till they don't even taste good to me.
I drink too much, I take too many pills
Ain't too long before my mind gets ill.
Oh, nothing I love
Ain't nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
Good for me, but you!
Well I keep a slink slack slidin' down a slippery slope
I get my kicks till I just came cold
My friends start thinking that I'm just too soft
But this ain't the kind of the thing, you can just sleep on!
Well I eat too much until I'm fat and skinny
I wish I knew what was eating me.
I want another piece of pie, come on, and cut the cake
Don't know how much more of this I can take
Oh, nothing I love
Oh there ain't nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
Is good for me but you!
There ain't nothing I love, baby
Good for me, but you!
There ain't nothing I love, baby
Ain't nothing I loved before but you!
But I'm always holding my cards too tight
I got a tell, it's my twitchy eye
They take my money and it makes me cry.
Oh, nothing I love,
Oh, nothing I love
Nothing I love
Is good for me, but you!
Well I'm smoking cigars, baby, one, two three
'Till they don't even taste good to me.
I drink too much, I take too many pills
Ain't too long before my mind gets ill.
Oh, nothing I love
Ain't nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
Good for me, but you!
Well I keep a slink slack slidin' down a slippery slope
I get my kicks till I just came cold
My friends start thinking that I'm just too soft
But this ain't the kind of the thing, you can just sleep on!
Well I eat too much until I'm fat and skinny
I wish I knew what was eating me.
I want another piece of pie, come on, and cut the cake
Don't know how much more of this I can take
Oh, nothing I love
Oh there ain't nothing I love
There ain't nothing I love
Is good for me but you!
There ain't nothing I love, baby
Good for me, but you!
There ain't nothing I love, baby
Ain't nothing I loved before but you!
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Terms Of My Surrender
When the moon is rising and the night is still
Some of my delusions have the power to kill
Scared I'll get what I deserve
Or maybe scared I won't
I'm sitting in my garage staring at my motorcycle
My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles
Swear I need you too much
Baby, I swear I don't
'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong
Like a fat man in a thong
It was shamelessly awake
I hold a seashell to my ear
And winds of echoed dreams I hear
Reverberations of yesterday
I can be rough
Sometimes I can be tender
But I can't negotiate
The terms of my surrender
I love you too much, babe
Go on and have your way with me
Well, emperors and reigning kings
Have showered you with golden rings
Now I stand with my hat in my hand
I know that I can't compete
With ruthless men and satin sheets
But I'm ready to meet your demands
Words of glory, and ashes and dust
At the end of the story there's just us
I love you too much, baby
To ever say goodbye
Some of my delusions have the power to kill
Scared I'll get what I deserve
Or maybe scared I won't
I'm sitting in my garage staring at my motorcycle
My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles
Swear I need you too much
Baby, I swear I don't
'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong
Like a fat man in a thong
It was shamelessly awake
I hold a seashell to my ear
And winds of echoed dreams I hear
Reverberations of yesterday
I can be rough
Sometimes I can be tender
But I can't negotiate
The terms of my surrender
I love you too much, babe
Go on and have your way with me
Well, emperors and reigning kings
Have showered you with golden rings
Now I stand with my hat in my hand
I know that I can't compete
With ruthless men and satin sheets
But I'm ready to meet your demands
Words of glory, and ashes and dust
At the end of the story there's just us
I love you too much, baby
To ever say goodbye
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Here To Stay
Leaves are fallin',
Winters on my mind
Leaves are fallin' babe,
Winters on my mind
My heaters a busted,
I need you to treat me kind
Come back baby, come back to my bed
Come back baby, oh come back to my bed
I treat you good,
Don't say our love is dead
I know girl, I love you,
But you walk on front door
Back on the halaa way,
run off on front door
My stove is cold baby
why you wanna leave so
Spring has dried up,
since the summer is blow away
Spring has dried up,
summer has blown away
Even if you ride please don't leave me
Our love is here to stay
You can put it on me baby,
but you don't the pain
You can put it on me baby,
you don't know the pain
But I know you don't know how to leave
But my love is here to stay
Winters on my mind
Leaves are fallin' babe,
Winters on my mind
My heaters a busted,
I need you to treat me kind
Come back baby, come back to my bed
Come back baby, oh come back to my bed
I treat you good,
Don't say our love is dead
I know girl, I love you,
But you walk on front door
Back on the halaa way,
run off on front door
My stove is cold baby
why you wanna leave so
Spring has dried up,
since the summer is blow away
Spring has dried up,
summer has blown away
Even if you ride please don't leave me
Our love is here to stay
You can put it on me baby,
but you don't the pain
You can put it on me baby,
you don't know the pain
But I know you don't know how to leave
But my love is here to stay
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Old People
Old people are pushy
They don't have much time
They'll shove you at the coffee shop
Cut ahead in the buffet line
They'll buy two for a dollar and 50
Then they'll argue with the checkout girl
They've lived so much behind them
They're tryin' to slow down this god damn world
Old people are pushy
Well, they're not mushy
Old people are pushy cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy
They'll drive how they want to drive
And go as slow as they want to
They don't care who stays alive
And they'll kiss that little grand baby
Up and down the back and all around the front
They don't care what you think of them
That baby has got something that they want
Old people are pushy, well they're not mushy
Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy
(Old people are pushy, they aren't mushy)
(Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy)
Old people are pushy, cause you don't know how they feel
And when you pretend you do
Well they know it's not real
Pretty soon it's gonna be all over
Good enough reason not to let you pass
They done seem like sweet, little old people
But they are not about to kiss your ass
Old people are pushy, well they're not mushy
Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
'Cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy,
Old people are pushy
Old people are pushy
Cause life ain't cushy.
They don't have much time
They'll shove you at the coffee shop
Cut ahead in the buffet line
They'll buy two for a dollar and 50
Then they'll argue with the checkout girl
They've lived so much behind them
They're tryin' to slow down this god damn world
Old people are pushy
Well, they're not mushy
Old people are pushy cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy
They'll drive how they want to drive
And go as slow as they want to
They don't care who stays alive
And they'll kiss that little grand baby
Up and down the back and all around the front
They don't care what you think of them
That baby has got something that they want
Old people are pushy, well they're not mushy
Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy
(Old people are pushy, they aren't mushy)
(Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy)
Old people are pushy, cause you don't know how they feel
And when you pretend you do
Well they know it's not real
Pretty soon it's gonna be all over
Good enough reason not to let you pass
They done seem like sweet, little old people
But they are not about to kiss your ass
Old people are pushy, well they're not mushy
Old people are pushy, cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
Old people are pushy, (old people are pushy)
'Cause life ain't cushy
Old people are pushy,
Old people are pushy
Old people are pushy
Cause life ain't cushy.
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Come Back Home
You said you had to go and get your life together
I didn't know you had to go it alone
I guess we all have dreams floating on feathers
I wish you'd come back home
Rugs pulled out and all the curtains have fallen
Been transported to the twilight zone
I don't even have a number I could be calling
I wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home, back where you belong
I know that you're out there, cold and hold up somewhere
I take back every song, all that I've done wrong
I wish that you'd come home to me
Wish you'd come back home, back where you belong
I know that you're out there, cold and hold up somewhere
I take back every song, all that I've done wrong
I wish you'd come home to me
Winter in my mind, my feelings all frozen
Still down Rebel's road and over the stones
Won't be long 'fore the highway start closing
I wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home
Wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home
I didn't know you had to go it alone
I guess we all have dreams floating on feathers
I wish you'd come back home
Rugs pulled out and all the curtains have fallen
Been transported to the twilight zone
I don't even have a number I could be calling
I wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home, back where you belong
I know that you're out there, cold and hold up somewhere
I take back every song, all that I've done wrong
I wish that you'd come home to me
Wish you'd come back home, back where you belong
I know that you're out there, cold and hold up somewhere
I take back every song, all that I've done wrong
I wish you'd come home to me
Winter in my mind, my feelings all frozen
Still down Rebel's road and over the stones
Won't be long 'fore the highway start closing
I wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home
Wish you'd come back home
I wish you'd come back home
Writer: John R Hiatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Terms of My Surrender is an album by John Hiatt, released in July 2014 through the record label New West Records. It was produced by Doug Lancio. The album was nominated for two Grammy Awards in 2014.
Performed By:
John HiattGenre(s): Roots rock, Americana, blues rock, folk rock
Producer(s): Doug Lancio
Length: 42:38
Released: July 14th, 2014
Year: 2014