Streets of St. Paul
Gillian Welch, David Rawlings
[Verse 1]
There's too much wrist at the end of his coat
Too much bitter at the back of his throat
Too much winter coming after the fall
To be walking the streets of St. Paul
To be walking the streets of St. Paul
[Verse 2]
There's too much makeup for the time of day
Too much high heel and way too much leg
Too much of fourteen underneath it all
To be walking the streets of St. Paul
To be walking the streets of St. Paul
[Bridge]
Oh, see the little sparrow
Who is watching?
Who is watching?
I see the little sparrow
[Verse 3]
Too much trouble for me to shake
All this weather and blinding ache
Makes a body feel sad and small
Walking the streets of St. Paul
Walking the streets of St. Paul