The Steeple Songtext
von The Eastern

He came into town, suitcase in hand
He came into town to see me
His hat was all battered, his shoes were all worn
He came into town to see me

This old town′s got a steeple
And the bell it rings on Sunday
It tolls for my broken heart
It tolls for my broken heart

Give me foot stomping blues that ache way down inside
Give me something that I can dance to
Give me wooden floor boards and women that waltz
Give me something that I can dance to


This old town's got a steeple
And the bell it rings on Sunday
It tolls for my broken heart
It tolls for my broken heart

It was Saturday night, we were swinging and dancing
On a Saturday night we were free
Give me old Mason jars full of whiskey and rum
Give me something that I can believe in

This old town′s got a steeple
And the bell it rings on Sunday
It tolls for my broken heart
It tolls for my broken heart

The night it grows old 'neath sweet southern skies
Won't you stay here and grow old with me
But the sun it rises, brings with it the dawn
With the sun he just walks out and leaves


This old town′s got a steeple
And the bell it rings on Sunday
It tolls for my broken heart
It tolls for my broken heart