Go to sleep. At least lie here awhile. Best to look straight through your eyelids. Count or listen to the voices. But don't go out and down to the landing.
Go in peace. Go in kindness. Go in love. Go in faith. Leave the day. The day behind us. Day is done. Go in grace. Let us go. Into the dark. Not afraid.
(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home). The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Since you're gone the sun, the moon, the stars in the sky. know the reason why I cry. Love divine once was mine now you're gone. . Since you're gone my heart my lips my tear dimmed eyes.
Have you ever heard a love song that you didn't understand. For you've met her in a teahouse on the Island of Japan. And have you ever traveled over many thousand miles.
Well, you dad-gum government. You sorry so 'n' so's. You got your damn hands in every pocket. Of my clothes. . Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government.
Well, you dad gum government you sorry so 'n' so's. You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes. Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum government.
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and papa, down the road I look. And there comes Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
And in this song, we employ the use of numbers. And what Ill do is have a volunteer give me a number. And Ill take that number. And make a verse for a song out it.
And in this song, we employ the use of numbers. And what Ill do is have a volunteer give me a number. And Ill take that number. And make a verse for a song out it.
Rah, rah, rumble seats and running boards. Them was the good old days. Knee pants and dime a dance girls, oh, lord. Them was the good old days. . Them was the good old days with Model A's.
It's knowing that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
I left a note on her pillow,. kissed her check and slipped off into the wind.. All she wanted to know last night was when she'd see me again.. If I only knew myself then maybe I could say,.
Roger Creager. . Tonight I don't feel much like writing a song. But I guess I needed something to sing along. Something that I could sing and I could cry to.
Roger Creager, John Evans. . I've heard stories about the 1950's.. Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's.. Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be the same..
It's been awhile since she put that red dress on. And slip into those high heels. She's got a couple of guys blowing up her phone. And she loves the way that feels.
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease. He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees. As he swings through the trees without a trapeze. In his B.V.D.s.
The ghost goes out in rags. Eyes aglow like embers. When the cold blows. Embers are sparkling and aflame. . Burning head I ride. On the blackened timber.
Gone like my last paycheck, gone, gone away. Gone like the car I wrecked, gone, gone away. Gone like a fifth of gin, gone, gone away. Gone like the shape I'm in, gone, gone away.
They say love is hard to find. Like its something we decide. Just found out love found you. You walked in and caught my eye. I felt something come alive.