Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
The sky was a braid of many colors
And it was snowing just outside the motel down in Shreveport
I left my mandolin in the rain in Coushatta
That was yesterday time
I took the old path through the white clouds in a shower
I smoked my mind up in the old hotel down in Cairo
Where I tried to rack up all my tomorrow's tomorrows
And it was just wasted time
O day, O day
O day, O day
Now Bess can sing it
O day, O day
I'm gonna put all my pain in a bottle
And throw it all the way deep down into the East River
Then walk that way with my head up like the poet
With a rose in my jaw
O day, O day
O day, O day
Now Bess can sing it
O day, O day
With a love so free
A love so free
With a love so free
A love so free
With a love so free
A love so free
With a love so free
A love so free
Day O Day (A Love So Free) was written by M.C. Taylor.
Day O Day (A Love So Free) was produced by Scott Hirsch & M.C. Taylor.