Kick the Stones - Chris Whitley

Everything is silent

Night upon the rocks

I’m over by the roadhouse

With them rusted engine blocks

A ghost town with a gold mine

A pick axe in my head

I’m beggin', mama, please move over

Kick them stones out of my bed

I met my sister Sandra

With them jewels and the cross

Eyes on my lever now

She paint with chili sauce

I cannot do no business

With your candle lit in red

I’m beggin', mama, please move over

Kick them stones out of my bed

Kick them stones out of my bed

them stones out of my bed

I’m beggin', mama, please move over

Take you in my belly

Sure as night is black

I take you for religion

Like the skin across my back

When I’m buried in your thighs girl

I could understand

You gotta tell me just for once now

You ain’t got no other plan

You ain’t got no other plan

You gotta tell me just for once sister

You ain’t got no other man

So meet me at the junction

I’ll buy you one last 'round

Let me in on something

Before I leave this town

Well, we used to have a password, girl

And now I can’t recall

You gotta tell me was it love

Or some high grade alcohol

Some high grade alcohol

You gotta tell me was it love

Or some high grade alcohol

Kick them stones out of my bed

stones out of my bed

I’m begging, mama, please move over