Hope Nunnery & Steve Tarshis: Music

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© 2006

I’m just an old gal singer in the wilderness lounge, where
Seeking souls all come around, got my
Rock solid sideman, Dobro Joe
His music is power, like blood on the door

Chorus:

Wilderness lounge
Wilderness lounge
Children bring what ails you, to the
Wilderness lounge

She pressed two sweaty dollars in the palm of my hand
Her cheek touched my cheek, her tears fell ‘bout her man, she said
“My mans going back to his wife in the morning
I need a song to heal my lovers scorning”

Chorus

Wilderness lounge
Wilderness lounge
Children bring what ails you, to the
Wilderness lounge

Old boy messing in mighty tricky wood, where the
Devil grip potion guaran-damn-teed good, but he
Burning, grasping, he’s holding on
Oh Devil break loose, let that poor boy go home

Wilderness lounge
Wilderness lounge
Children bring what ails you, to the
Wilderness lounge

Forty days and forty nights
He hollered lift this burden, if you might, but
Only if it be Thy precious will
Meanwhile, I believe I’ll just sit still, in the

Chorus

Wilderness lounge
Wilderness lounge
Children bring what ails you, to the
Wilderness lounge

Through the beer light blinking I can see, my
God’s thumbnail shining at me, He saying
Hey there baby, where you been, you been
Wandering in the wilderness again?

Chorus

Wilderness lounge
Wilderness lounge
Children bring what ails you, to the
Wilderness lounge