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Greg Brown One More Goodnight Kiss

's come to this As they lean on their missiles And polish their pistols Aah give me one more goodnight kiss. Um give me one more goodnight kiss

that's funny. They know I'll put up with them, for awhile. I see 'em comin' down the street, lookin' real beat- It's like seein' myself and it makes me smile. One oughta get married, and one

In these hills is every color, Every one but one or two. If I knew how to paint pictures, Just think of what I could do. [Chorus:] I wish I was a painter

Me and my brother saw an awful thing Comin' up outta the river A hot night in June We ran back to the porch And Daddy wiped his brow and said, "Boys,

around So what's gonna happen to our little town We've seen hard times Many times before Maybe this whole thing is just one more It never was perfect Maybe no one

The lights on In the middle of the night There's a sick little child around Momma said to Poppa "Don't you worry, I think her fever's coming down." [

Walkin' down to Casey's Walkin' down to Casey's We are walkin' down to Casey's To get a Diet Coke for Mom To get a Diet Coke for Mom I bet Larry will

canned goods I buy at the store Ain't got the summer in them anymore. You bet, grandma, as sure as you're born I'll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm