The Mark Gibson
Musician | (205) 283-1804
Manny he come from the ghetto Like in some old Elvis Presley song Down the south side of some city To some man he’s never known Just where Bucky he called home No one would wanna say Cause he was doing time near Cherokee when he finally got away Then there was the Angel, who...
Give the fiddler a dollar when the band they won’t play your tune With words un-adorning, surely as the morning sparrows will be warbling for you To come and lay me on down When I was much younger the girls in the Dancehall seemed fair There were warm summer evenings full of passion and feeling...
You traded for silver a chain made of gold Just to find out that a diamond was just really old coal I saw you out riding, had your hands on the reigns Your heart like the throttle on an old funeral train If tomorrow weren’t coming I thinks what you said Would you bring me...
From the sands of Olema way out on Tomales Bay Sailing across the airwaves from a little station in Point Reyes Every Monday evening, from 7 unfil 10 the best of Bluegrass, folk and country And a song for West Marin I first met him in the mountains Early one frosty morn Pouring rum in...
I can almost taste the lipstick from the wine Of the gypsy I was with the night we met Saint John the Prine She’s still married to some other guy Sometimes I even wonder if there’s one good reason why If tomorrow wasn’t just like yesterday Would things be any different or pretty much the...
Dixie in a Minor Key In the Greyhound Station with tender eyes of green Shaking like a willow by the Coke machine With sixteen winters just barely seen Like a Polaroid of a broken dream Her mothers habit on her apron strings She played Dixie in a minor key From pigeon Forge to Myrtle Beach...
I can still remember all those night down by the lake Waiting in the back of an old blue Chevrolet We’d sneak down to the Pack n Sack Across the railroad tracks To try and muster a little courage from Mr. Boone and Mr. Pabst Who wants to go drinking tonight? Who wants to go...
He was in the bus stop in Forty-six or five With his Purple Heart he’d made it home alive Just to be beaten like a dog and left to die All for a drink of water beneath the “whites only sign In the shadow of a mountain Where carved into the stone Were faces of...
I saw Jesus on a sale rack at the Walmart today On a flag covered T-shirt kneeled down to pray So $8.95 I guess somebody gave To be sure when they died their soul would be saved My cousin Johnny he played high school ball When the Towers came down he signed up for the...
