When you say love you're telling everyone your moment's come. And you've found out what you've been looking for. When you say love you've said the only word that tells the world.
There's nothing going on tonight. So what you got, what you got going on tonight?. I can be there in 5. I'll pick you up for a little ride. We can jump in the truck, slide over close.
So your baby's got the whole town talking. and they say you better open your eyes. And you act as if you never saw it coming. even though you got some good advice.
I had a sweet thing going. On the high side of town. I tried to fit in her world. But it came crashing down. . She was mine for awhile. She was so fine for awhile.
Corn dont grow around here. We ain't seen a drop all year. But there's one place I know. Where the grass grows free and the waters flow. . Just knock on the tool-shed door.
Roll on. You wild western windblown band. Life's waitin' up the road for you and the future's in your hands. . Well I don't fly no aeroplanes. And I don't ride railroad trains.
Lets put on the Wiggles & pop a couple Ritalin. Papa dont blame mama or tell her how lazy shes been. Its been prescribed by a doctor and the doctor said it aint no sin.
My first love was a wicked twisted road. I hit the million mile mark at seventeen years old. I never saw the rainbow, much less a pot of gold. Yeah, my first love was a wicked twisted road.
My first love was a wicked twisted road. I hit the million mile mark at seventeen years old. I never saw the rainbow, much less a pot of gold. Yeah, my first love was a wicked twisted road.
What a hideous forest surrounded Whitehaven. Twisted black mountains, wolves howled in madness. Never I ventured beyond the stone tower. As dusk spread her black wings at the edge of the dark wild wood.
Now that there are green sprouts pushing through dead leaves. And fat yellow jackets float on the breeze. The waves kiss the shore and the air is warm.
We stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest. Giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream. I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how. Like those Indians, lost in the rain forest.
Sometimes I don't even know where this dirty road is taking me. Sometimes I don't even know the reasons why. I guess I'll keep a-ramblin'. Lots of booze and lots of gamblin'.