It's raining outside. But that's not unusual. But the way that I'm feeling. Is becoming usual. I guess you could say. The clouds are moving away. Away from your days.
There rides the rainbow demon. On his horse of crimson fire. Black shadows are following closely. On the heels of his desire. . Ridin' on in the mist of morning.
It's raining outside. But that's not unusual. But the way that I'm feeling. Is becoming usual. I guess you could say. The clouds are moving away. Away from your days.
Alison Gross that lives in yon tower. The ugliest witch in the North Country. Has trysted me one day up to her bower. And many a fair speech she made to me.
You must run for your life. It's a dark day on earth in the night. There's no hope for humanity. The end of time is now. Beautiful fire will be the last you see.
Some people call it rock, some people call it roll. Some people call it boogie, some people call it soul. You can call it what you want, but it don't mean a thing.
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me. And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree. And don't think that size ever makes man small. You find out it's nothing at all.
Pulling out of Woodstock heading down to Little Rock. Come on boys it's time to go. The bus blew out a front tire durn thing almost caught on fire. Had to call in for a tow.
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town. And there ain't much happens 'till the sun goes down. Then all the people come from miles around.
I remember you back in nineteen-fifty-six. You had all the moves and you knew all the tricks. You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix. When your voice took wings.
Well, I went down to Nashville. In 1973. And they won't nobody in Music City. Wanted anything to do with me. . They said, ?Boy you sure dress funny. And you just don't fit our crowd.
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks. Came a rowdy ragin' Cajun by the name of Rupernac. He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail.
I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday. Back the way I came I was returning. And then I saw me standing just across the river. Just across the bridge that I?d left burning.
CNN (CNN!) CNN. The reunion man we back again man are y'all ready man?. Hahahahahaha, yo, yo. . My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home. it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone.
We're all alone, we're all bastard sons. Been cast aside from the world above.. We practice dark arts and open casket love. We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun.
[Royal Flush]. It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way. Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day. The ennesex pull out the driveway. Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case.
Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny. (No doubt baby). Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.. (It's only right). . Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny.