No summer's high. No warm July. No harvest moon to light one tender August night. No autumn breeze. No falling leaves. Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.
I was standing, in the corner. and you opted to come over.. You said "c'mon girl, join the party.. You look lonely". and then suddenly I replied. I said,.
This town's too small. You run around like you do. You're taking things. Just don't belong to you. . Picture yourself inside a room now. Imagine the freedom that you'll lose.
I don't believe in an interventionist God. But I know darling, that you do. But if I did I would kneel down and ask him. Not to intervene when it came to you.
As the snow flies. On a cold and gray Chicago morn'. A poor little baby child is born. In the ghetto. And his momma cries. . 'Cause there's one thing that she don't need.
They're taking me down, my friend. And as they hush me off to my end. Will I bid you adieu?. I be seeing you soon. What they say around here is true. Then we'll meet again me and you.
Yeah, my baby left me this morning. And I don't care now. I don't care what the people say. . Yeah, my baby left me this morning. And I don't care now.
It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive. This town full of men with big mouths and no guts. I mean, if you can just picture it. The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast.
You know I rowed a little boat,. five miles 'cross the pond. You know I rowed a little boat,. 'bout five miles 'cross the pond. I throwed my things in the little boat,.
John Lee Hooker - Vocal, Acoustic Guitar (Orpheum Music, 1959). . A traditional song similar to My Little Boat Is Empty. Nick's song is also available..
I put a spell on you, 'cause you're mine. You'd better stop those things that you're doin'. Oh, honey, I ain't lyin', no. . Wow, you better quit it, your messin' around.
Despair and deception. Love's ugly little twins. Came a-knocking on my door. I let them in. Darling, you're the punishment. For all of my former sins.
Credits: Newberry / Newberry. . I woke up this morning with the sun out shining in. I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then. I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high.
I had a dream, I had a dream. I had a dream, I had a dream. I had a dream, Joe. . I had a dream, Joe. You were standing. In the middle of an open road.
Well I feel so good I don't know what to do. Yeah I feel so good I don't know what to do. Well I feel so good I feel like I wanna play with you. . I feel so good I feel like banging my box.
Boatman calls from the lake. A lone loon dives upon the water. I put my hand over her. Down in the lime tree arbour. . The wind in the trees is whispering.
I wish you happy christmas. I do dear, I do. I wish for you the stars, babe. I wish for you the moon. . You can sit, and you can drink your champagne.
Senior year in high school. All the girls are getting cool. I start a band. I call a couple of friends. I'm gonna write so many songs. I wanna be like Tom Delonge.
It's a heartache, nothing but a heartache. Hits you when it's too late, hits you when you're down. It's a fools' game, nothing but a fool's game. Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown.
I'm so fabulous, you're Las Vegas. You New Yorkers who look nebulous. I'm more fab than all the hipsters on Broadway. . I'm so fabulous, you arriviste.