| | Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) Lyrics Artist(Band):Iron & Wine
She’ll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall And then roll on the kitchen floor of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change The song of the shepherd’s dog, A ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb who’s going to try to run away Whoever got that brave? Wolves in the middle of town and a chapel bell ringing through the windblown trees She’ll wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes And then dive like a dying bird at any dude with a dollar at the penny arcade The song of the shepherd’s dog, The waiter and the check or the rooster on a rooftop waiting for day And you know what he’s going to say Wolves at the end of the bed and a postcard hidden in her winter clothes She’ll weep in the back of a truck to the traitors only trying to find her bullet hole and then run down a canopy road to some mother and a baby with a cross to bear The song of the shepherd’s dog a little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your wooly wild hair, you’ll never get him out of there If you find some error in Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review about Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) My new mantra | Reviewer: Mary | 11/9/2007 Probably the coolest song on the entire album and somewhat a stretch for this artist. It's primal. It digs into your core. It also reaches new heights for Sam Beam....like a coming out and a sense of total awareness of the amazing capabilities of this awesome artist. Love it and can't stop listening to it. Review the song Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Iron & Wine" Music | |
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