Hammond-Hazelwood. . You always led me to believe you like me for my own sake. And I will play along with you. It suits me fine that way. And I'm such a perfect stepping stone while the friends of friends surround me.
[Chorus]. Maybe baby, I'll have you. Maybe baby, you'll be true. Maybe baby, I'll have you for me. . It's funny honey, you don't care. You never listen, to my prayer.
Rain every day. Fog all night. Wind in the evergreen cypresses. See me lord of wind and rain. See me guardian of the underpassses. . Wear black when it's light outside.
In the eye of the storm. Waiting for the winds to strengthen. A gale to grow. . In the core of confusion. Awaiting for the fall. . It's not a fault. Imperfection of sort.
Goodbye cruel world. I'll see ya soon. Won't wait for another. When it all goes wrong. Fall asleep in the madness. This unbroken dream. We can be a pretender.
Would have asked me if I didn't tell. For each little mind game, its own separate hell. I believe this is what it's like, that is to say. If you fool yourself at the end of the day.
9 ball rack sitting on the table. Step right up if you're able. Sonny gives a lesson to a hundred of games. Lay the money down take dead aim. House band rockin' way too long.
They baptized me one fine day. Down at the river's edge. All my sins are washed away. Like water under the bridge. . I had a little girl and her eyes were blue.
The sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke. So we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float. There in a big 'ol tub of ice. And we'd split em open with a kitchen knife.
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone. I'm planning on feelin' much better Before too long. I gotta world of trouble I need to forget. I'm on my way But I ain't there yet.
Now what's up with the walkin' man. I wonder where he's gone. Marchin' down to Birmingham. I think I'll tag along. Was a walkin' man come by here. A hundred years ago.
The waltzing fool. He's got lights in his fingers. The waltzing fool. He just don't never say. But the waltzing fool. He keeps his hands in his pockets.
There's a river of tears I need to cry.. Been holding back for years.. There's a mountain so high I need to climb.. To wipe away the fears.. . Solitude and loneliness.
There's a river of tears I need to cry.. Been holding back for years.. There's a mountain so high I need to climb.. To wipe away the fears.. . Solitude and loneliness.
He was driving in to Chicago in a borrowed El Camino,. On a hazeless day in springtime I think the Cinco De Mayo.. Maybe it was St Paddy's Or the Gay Pride parade,.
He was driving in to Chicago in a borrowed El Camino,. On a haze-less day in springtime I think the Cinco De Mayo. . Maybe it was St Paddy's Or the Gay Pride parade,.
When one door closes another door opens wide. It's hard to believe all of the locked doors I've tried. And you can't pray for what you want or what you'd have instead.
Breath in deeply. And find yourself so far away from here. Listen sweetly. And hear everything so clear. . I say we go it alone now tell me what do you say.
You've got me seeing red. Won't let it get to my head. You've got me seeing red. I'm feeling tense. Give me what I need. The soft sting of the smoke. The strong hit of the weed.