My Images Come
My images come
From the people who do the work
From the people who sing the songs
From the people who live the life
From the people who get along
A bottle of rum
For the demon what always lurk
For the demon what do me wrong
For the fury what is my wife
For the struggle what is my song
CHORUS
It get me down sometime
It get me down but only
A little look around and I find
That I am not so lonely
We in the same boat brother!
We in the same boat brother.
My images come
From the pleasure I had before
From the pleasure I'm stil to know
From the pleasure my dreams provide
From the pleasure I can bestow
A bottle of rum
For the trouble what's at my door
For the toruble where'ere I go
For the misfortunes I abide
And for the courage I am trying to show
My images come
From the woman what's on my knee
From the woman what's in my head
From the woman out in the sun
From the woman what shares my bed
A bottle of rum
For a broken love's misery
For a love what has grown so dead
For a love spent so foolishly
For illusions what I've been fed
My images come
From the world in which I live
From the world I love so well
From the world of change and light
And the Lord of which I tell
A bottle of rum
For the feelings I cannot give
For the feelings what fears impell
For the screams of a fraught-filled night
And the time what is spent in hell
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Words & music by Don Cooper
Copyright 1983 New Mutant Music
Recorded by Gordon Bok, Ann Mayoe Muir & Ed Trickett on
"All Shall Be Well Again", Folk-Legacy FSI-96, 1983
MC
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!