There are things about you that make me wanna scream and shout.
There are things about you that make me wanna lock you out.
But there's a little thing that drives me wild,
Something that happens every time you smile.
I can't get over the lines around your eyes,
Lines around your eyes every time you smile.
American rock, folk, blues, and country music singer, songwriter and musician
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I grew up being aware that I was Southern, and that being a very important thing for me. And being drawn to short story writers, like Flannery O’Connor and Eudora Welty—the surroundings in their stories were so familiar to me, the whole Southern Gothic thing. That world only existed in that part of the country. It’s going to inform the personality of the songs. In a lot of my songwriting, I mention towns and places. It’s a culturally traditional thing in the South to tell stories.
Open up the doors of heaven and let me in.
I think I'm finally tired of living, let me in.
I'm going to walk into glory,
Tell everyone my story.
So open up the doors of heaven and let me in.<p>I've tried to live my life the righteous way.
I tried to do my best from day to day.
But no matter how hard I try,
Seems all I do is cry.
So open up the doors of heaven and let me in.
I found the love I've been looking for.
It's a real love, it's a real love.
Standing up behind an electric guitar,
It's a real love, it's a real love.
And all the time I was thinking no way.
And all the time I never thought I'd say
I found the love I've been looking for.
It's a real love, it's a real love.
I would rather suffer sweet silent solitude,
Deathly defiant from drowning out.
Filthy sounds stumbling, ugly and cruel
Between the lips of your beautiful mouth.<p>Deep down within me words move in phases,
Frozen and still until they decide
To melt and drip over the pages,
Until that moment they live inside.