From the hills they came, from backwoods without a name. Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul. Down the dusty roads of Caroline, the Tucker boys were friends of mine.
Hey now boys, take a look at right here. Only one comes 'round every million years. She's a midnight rider on a shooting star. Makes the whole world ring like a big guitar.
We met in a honky tonk with sawdust on the floor. But I'm not supposed to hang out there anymore. You fell in love with a side of me that you called wild and free.
Standing at the crossroads. Taking a long look at my life. Wondering where I'd be. If she hadn't done me wrong. . My heart's walking on a thin line. A new love is coming on strong.
She said "You're always broke". I said "Well duh, I know". She said "I guess I'd better go". . I've got empty pockets and an empty head. the empty feeling of an empty bed.
I was an easy victim. I wasn't really living. I guess I looked like her type. She didn't put up much of a fight. . She didn't even know me. She wanted to control me.
Your hands are shaking now. You're short of breath. You got to get away. And start again. . And someone said. "you are haiving a breakdown". And don't you know that.
Black love. No end in sight. Black love. No rest tonight. Black love. (? ) is right. Black love. Feels so twisted (? ). . Black love. (? ) the night. Black love.
I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill. Above the dark water that's flowing there still. But my blood is Isala and I'd rather swill. I came down from the top and I drink every drop.
* you say you don't like the things I've done. You say you don't like what I've become. When you look into the mirror, tell me what you see. When you see yourself then you'll see me.
Beat my head against the wall one more time. Will this solve my problems at all?. I don't care about parties or a good time. I won't stand in your line.
Bastard in love, there's no turning back. Punish your lover, and then just turn your back. Punish your future, to spite your past. Love turns to hate, with every spell you cast.
There was a girl I knew. She saw the prison inside. She cursed her keeper. And swore she'd get free. . Every time I see. I got my hands wrapped around the bars.
Standing in your hallway, kiss your angel hair. Hear your old grandmother recite her immigrant prayer. She knew what you had to do, she'd probably kill you first, first.
My name is Bobby Sands MP. Born in the city of Belfast. Divided by religion I grew up fast. I was stabbed and I was spat upon. My family run out of its home.
Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th. In mantilla and lace and her lover's knife. Cries out for revenge, she is silent like a stone. Beautiful in her widow's weeds.
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend. We were partners in a business down on C and 7th. Nothin' ever got this good brother down. He was a real live wire in an electric town.
Everything is still not a chicken not a body. Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain. And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land. An ould wan rolls over on her back.