Does anyone have the lyrics to "Inspector 372" and/or "Old Dogs & Guitars"..??
thanx..
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Antsy McClain lyrics
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With the help of this recording I tried to write the lyrics down ... well ... it worked more or less
with the help of someone else they might be complete 
Also an album recording might help greatly!
http://noolmusic.com/youtube_videos/...pector_372.php
Alone in a motel at the end of the day
My hands in my pockets, my mind far away
Was jingling my car keys and pacing around
I pulled out a white piece of paper I found
'Cause all what it said, once I held it in view
Inspected by number 372
The curl of the 7, the flare of the 3
Said a feminine hand wrote this number for me
It was printed in black but the number was blue
And written by Inspector 372
More than a number ...
More like a spirit was making me feel
Like I’m more than a salesman who lives at the wheel
Maybe I’m crazy but I swear I know you
Lonely Inspector 372
I can see you there now at yours sowing machine
Pulling on buttons and tugging the seams
Just passing the time telling stories and jokes
With 371 other folks
The other feel nameless, the way that I do
Lonely Inspector 372
Unsung and forgotten by most I am sure
But here in my pocket your memory will endure
So I’m keeping your number, should there come a chance
Meeting the girl who inspected these pants
So hey if you’re out there, this one’s for you
Nameless Inspector 372होता है जो होना है ... वक़्त ही शायद खुदा है ...
कौन कहता है आदमी अपनी किस्मत खुद लिखता है? -
Old Dogs and Guitars
There’s a late model dog on the floor at my feet,
Chasing something in his dreams.
Some arch rival feline down a long-forgotten street,
He’s a living demonstration of what ‘dog-tired’ means.
And this scrap metal Silvertone old plywood guitar,
Like hugging an old friend.
The squeaking of the porch swing let’s me know right where we are,
Swaying in rhythm with the sweet Kentucky wind.
CHORUS
And it seems I keep going back to the same old things:
Old dogs and guitars and back porch swings.
Old dogs and guitars and back porch swings.
Watching you sleeping in the afternoon light,
Still got a smile on your face.
And to think this time yesterday I was on a homebound flight,
Time standing still, like I was running in place.
Been around the world just to come back home,
Where my roots are thick and deep.
A light on the front porch can crack a heart of stone,
Give a hard man reason to break down and weep.
CHORUS
And it seems I keep going back to the same old things:
Old dogs and guitars and back porch swings.
Old dogs and guitars and back porch swings.होता है जो होना है ... वक़्त ही शायद खुदा है ...
कौन कहता है आदमी अपनी किस्मत खुद लिखता है? -
Thanx, Steena...
DB -
You're most welcome
I do like this singer actually. A very fine voice though his style does not correspond with my taste.
होता है जो होना है ... वक़्त ही शायद खुदा है ...
कौन कहता है आदमी अपनी किस्मत खुद लिखता है?
