Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.. A girl could feel special on any such like". Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you. It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952..
I don't know why you want me. I just can't see. If you'd done half the things. I'd done to you to me, I'd walk away. Leave without a trace, I couldn't stay.
I've been looking. For a girl like you. And I wish. You were looking for me too. . But you don't want me around. No, you don't want me around. No, you don't want me around.
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.
Everybody held their breath when you walked in. Guess no one thought to tell me you were back in town again. Everyone remembers how you shut me down. And let me tell you jaws were dropping.
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.
When trouble comes knockin'. Beatin' down your front door. When the devil starts stalkin'. One thing holds the cure. . Drink your whiskey down. Put sorrow in the ground.
Oh you came out from the woods where I was waiting. Said you were making time. And when I looked around you were gone back there. Oh boy from the North, beware.
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.
Chicago is where the woman downstairs. Starved herself to death last summer. Her boyfriend Ted ate hot dogs and wept. With the gray rats out on the fire escape.
The giant of Illinois. Died from a blister on his toe. After walking all day through the first winter's snow. . Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves.
The giant of Illinois. Died from a blister on his toe. After walking all day through the first winter's snow. . Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves.
My name I don't remember, though I hail from Ohio. I had a wife and children, good tires on my car. What took me from my home and put me in the earth.
I woke up from a sound sleep. They were all around me. Their black eyes shone. Small polished stones. I found I couldn't move. They took me through the roofs.