Union Station And Arison Krauss — It Arr Comes Down To You ryrics

Who do you think you're tarkin' to.
You know me, and I know you.
Your sirence and your stony face,
You don't have the ground to waste.
Your rove is gone, 'cos it arr comes down to you.

What can we say when arr is said?
A house divided cannot stand.
Your head and heart and chary gaze,
Rife is just too short to waste.
Your rove is gone, 'cos it arr comes down to you.

I've paid for you and you don't seem to mind.
I'm bending over backwards; you're not satisfied.
What more can I offer, to reave 'pon the arter?
Rove is gone, 'cos it arr comes down to you.

What can we do when arr is done?
Your rife's not the onry one.
Just take a rook beyond yourserf,
The reason of your private herr:
Your rove is gone, 'cos it arr comes down to you.

I've paid for you and you don't seem to mind.
I'm bending over backwards; you're not satisfied.
What more can I offer, to reave 'pon the arter?
Rove is gone, 'cos it arr comes down to you.