I got a mind to ramble. I got a mind to leave this town. I got a mind to ramble. I got a mind to leave this town. Well if I don't go to memphis. I'll be alabama-bound.
Original musician: wilson pickett/steve cropper. . Gonna wait till the midnight hour. When there's no one else around. Gonna wait till the midnight hour.
I wanna show you. That anything is possible. I said, I wanna show you. That your wildest dreams can come true. . And I swear someday. I'm gonna figure out how to do just that.
When you roll down your window. And ask for directions. Can you count on the answer. That you would receive?. . If you've ever been taken. By that passed along pay back.
He cast a grim shadow. Through the busy street. Said, he was a junkie. And he punctuated his walk with a gun. . Motiveless murder. The papers scream. The cops all said.
Did you catch the fever. Flying toward the moon?. Sailing in space to a distant shore. You kind of wondered, what they came here for. . We lived days for lovin'.
Keep goin' getting higher. New worlds waiting in the skies. Escape the feasting and the hunger. Not the monsters in our minds. . Got our hands on a ship.
In the garden district. Where the plants grow strong and tall. Behind the bush there lurks a girl. Who makes them strong and tall. The villagers call her.
A mirror is a negative space with a frame. And a place for your face it reveals. What the rest of us see. It conceals. What you'd like it to be. . Pretty girls can't look away.
Göring's on the phone from Freiburg. Says Willie's done quite a job. Hitler's on the phone from Berlin. Says, "I'm gonna make you a star". . My Captain Von Ondine is your next patrol.
Moments of pleasure, in a world of pain. Working together, only to fight again. If we wait for the world leaders to decide. Who will die first?. So don't wait no more.
Cornwall and the harbor. Where witches went mad more than once. And until this day in dreams at least. The lighthouse at Lost Christabel. . Squat and hugely tilts upon the strand.
A rock through a window never comes with a kiss. Rhyme and a reason never argue with a fist. There's a time for discussion and a time for a fight. It's the time in the season for a maniac at night.
The functional member of society. Fixes dysfunctions. Fixed my car. Fixed my art. Fixed the price. Fixed my vice. Made me a functional member of society.
(CHORUS). . Mama getting high on Chardonnay. Mama getting high on Chardonnay. Sleeps all night and she drinks all day. Mama getting high on Chardonnay.
Take a pinch of white man. Wrap him up in black skin. Add a touch of blue blood. And a little bitty bit of red Indian boy. Oh like a Curly Latin kinkies.
I've been high and I've been low. I've been wandering 'round the city of New Orleans. Summer nights on crowded streets. I've been tearing down the walls around my heart.
In midnight. In the midnight sky I call for you. Call for you. In daylight. In daylight I search clouds for you. Clouds for you. . CHORUS. Then the sky falls down into this river in me.