(Chuck Jones/John Kilzer) Long legged shadows, Mississippi sunset
She was standing like a candle that hadn't been burned yet
The wind was blowing clouds like ashes
Had my hand in my pocket, reaching for my matches
I can see those cotton sheets a dancin'
On her mama's clothesline in my head
From my lips a lucky strike was danglin'
The day was dying in a sea of red Then came the night warm and dark
Draggin' it's chains across our hearts
The moon was full, the gra** was wet
Making us scream, making us sweat
Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right
Then came the night There was a time when love was a flower
Now it's a vine that climbing up the tower
And the river just rolls past the garden
Where love won't grow and the ground is hardened
I can hear the ringing mission bell
Telling of the innocence that's dying
A sound that I remember oh so well