Matches and Kerosene
I can see flames across the field
I can see smoke rising in the sky
I told my baby I loved her
Then I kissed my baby goodbye
I can see smoke rising in the sky
Her daddy told me to leave town
Her daddy said I was no good
Her daddy has a big old house
That big old house is made of wood
Her daddy said I was no good
Chorus:
Her daddy called me painter
Painting houses is my trade
He joked about the stains on my clothes
He laughed at the money I made
Now I’ve painted him a little picture
The prettiest one I’ve ever seen
A still life of sorts
In matches and kerosene
I’m gonna head for the Rio Grande
I’ll find some work in Mexico
I can speak a little Spanish
And Canada is much too cold
I’ll find some work in Mexico
Chorus:
Her daddy called me painter
Painting houses is my trade
He joked about the stains on my clothes
He laughed at the money I made
Now I’ve painted him a little picture
The prettiest one I’ve ever seen
A still life of sorts
In matches and kerosene
I wonder if he’ll be sorry
I wonder just what he’ll say
When he learns his only daughter
Is waiting for me in Monterrey
I wonder if he’ll be sorry
Chorus:
Her daddy called me painter
Painting houses is my trade
He joked about the stains on my clothes
He laughed at the money I made
Now I’ve painted him a little picture
The prettiest one I’ve ever seen
A still life of sorts
In matches and kerosene
Bridge:
He tried to keep us apart
He didn’t want me around
But the walls he put between us
Are burning to the ground
Chorus:
Her daddy called me painter
Painting houses is my trade
He joked about the stains on my clothes
He laughed at the money I made
Now I’ve painted him a little picture
The prettiest one I’ve ever seen
A still life of sorts
In matches and kerosene
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