Suitcase packed,. trunk's already gone.. Going to san francisco. to make it my home, yeah.. San Francisco,. please make room for me.. Well I'm going to San Francisco.
Something's on your mind, you're not tellin' me. I can see the change you made. Babe, it's killin' me, what can I do, Lord?. . What can I say to change your mind?.
The higher you build your barrier. The taller I become. The farther you take my rights away. The faster I will run. You can deny me. You can decide to turn your face away.
There's mosquitoes on the river. Fish are rising up like birds. It's been hot for seven weeks now. Too hot to even speak now. Did you hear what I just heard?.
Gazing at the fire, burning by the water. Before he speaks the world around us quiets.. . With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire. He clears the air and cuts it with a feather..
Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes. Blooming like a red rose, Now come on over sweetly,. Ride out singin', "I got you in the morning sunshine.".
Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now. Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now, tell me girl now.
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming. Head's all empty and I don't care. Saw my baby down by the river. Knew she'd have to come up soon for air. . Sweet blossom come on under the willow.
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming. Head's all empty and I don't care. Saw my baby down by the river. Knew she'd have to come up soon for air. . Sweet blossom come on under the willow.
When they come to take you down. When they bring that wagon around. When they come to call on you. And drag your poor body down. . Just one thing I ask of you.
All the years combine. They melt into a dream. A broken angel sings. From a guitar. In the end there's just a song. Comes crying like the night (wind).
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town. Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions. And he blew that poor boy down.. Do you know what he shot him for?. What do you make of that?.
Standing on the moon. I got no cobweb on my shoe. Standing on the moon. I'm feeling so alone and blue. I see the gulf of Mexico. As tiny as a tear. The coast of California.
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes. Country garden in the wind and the rain. Wherever he goes the people all complain. . Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Oh, smokestack lightnin', shinin' just like gold. Why can't you hear me cryin'?. Oh, stop your train, let a hobo ride. Why can't you hear me cryin'?. .
Thought I heard a blackbird singing. Up on Bluebird Hill. Call me a whinin' boy if you will. Born where the sun don't shine. And I don't deny my name.
T-minus sixty seconds and counting. Arm light on. Switching command to internal. Switching command to internal. [Missile..Internal..]. . Affirmative. Ready.
Mississippi river so big and wide, blond haired woman on the other side.. Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world..