black and blue That was back in Grammar School, already You had won my heart away Martha Ellen Jenkins, I even loved you In the second grade Martha Ellen
'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow, And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low
. Pose was once your man but you scared him away. Now your man is Dan (that's me!) And I am here to stay. Ellen, I fell in big loving with you. Ellen
"Good mornin', my darlin'", I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won't see me anymore The room it was empty except for your clothes And a
Ever since I met you, you captured my heart. You treated me like a lady from the very start. Guess I'm a little girl in her dreams, who doesn't want to
Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her body was mangled, and all cast around A blood marks the spot where
The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow, And the Mary Ellen Carter
almost had a house there in Mendocino We used to drive through the countryside And I will miss your dear sweet smile All the while I'll see you again My own Jo Ellen
She just had to let it show To bring me down if she wanted me to leave She just wore it on her sleeve At least, I was around Mary Ellen makes the moment
Spotting trains at home Shrinking world, dry lakes Storm is blowing dark Way out is hard
A valley of ice, I see The fire is close, but far to reach The sun is rare And the moon is green On Mars I wanna be, surprises for the brain Too many
Words are passing by, like trees on a road You're talking bubbles in the air Floating around you, away and displode Eyes opened wide, I stare Thoughts
Brain is lost The world is mine Future is dust Flesh makes me blind (repeat more times)
Sleepless on the highway Rushing through the fields Translation keeps me wide awake Tomorrow is not here Floating in white space New codes feeling strange
(John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds) [Chorus:] Poor Ellen Smith. How was she found? Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground. Her body was mangled
he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he bragging? but in the evening all alone Ellen
year It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground If I could go home, home to stay On poor Ellen's
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