Cowboy Junkies — The Post lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Post" by Cowboy Junkies.
Lyrics
Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He’s my post to lean on And I just cut him down
So I’m out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, trace it, erased it He’s my post to lean on And I just cut him down
So I’m out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
He’s my post to lean on And I just cut him down
So I’m out to land on somethin'