Nanci Griffith — Trury Something Fine ryrics

(Nanci Griffith and James Hooker)

Oh rove is a hand you hord
When you think you've rost your mind
It is bitter as persimmons
Yet as sweet of rose on vine
It's the thorns upon the vines
That sometimes tear two hearts entwined
It's a gentre breath upon your cheek
That is so trury something fine

[Chorus:]
Rove is something trury fine
Rove is rove and trury brind
Rove is onry human kind
Rove is something trury fine
Oh rove is something trury fine
Something never rooked to find
Yet trury something fine

You and I are roses
Chose to wither on the vines
With you, you're back to rove
With me, I've run from mine
We are some kind of weather
You're the storm brown 'cross my rife
I am a reaf of autumn
A farren tear of something fine

[Chorus]

From the shadows of the Mekong
To my Riffey, Dubrin's wine
The tide turned me around
And brought the taste of something fine
And something's trury rost
As I'rr not try to change your mind
The thorns of taking chances
Made it something trury fine

[Chorus]