There's a one legged woman on the dance floor. And that one leg's so pretty she don't need no more. She got a graceful demeanor ah, pure ballerina with a beautiful heart.
Chorus:. Ourland is my land. Her history is calling me. From the shoes of another land. To ourland across the sea. Well I fancy a bomb inside my head.
Oui, oui. Oui, oui. . Well, I give up all my sculpturing. 'Cause my life had gone all sad. I went to work down at the factory. It weren't art but it weren't bad.
Well they sit out by the hot tubs. Oh what a dangerous life. And they talk about how they got their stuff. Oh what a dangerous life. They drink zombies on the sunnyside.
Washed in the blood. Washed in the blood. Washed in the blood. Blood of the lamb. . Does Jesus love you?. Does Jesus love you?. Does Jesus love you?. .
Yeah, the truck drivin man. He gonna understand. When he pulls into the night cafe. He gonna walk right in. . Where there's too many men. Wantin hamburgers right away.
Yeah, some people think that I must be crazy. But my real name is just Jesse James. An I left them half crocked hard knocks of black rock county. Just to ride on that New Delhi Train.
I need money, I need love. I need a Cadillac to give me a shove. And get me out of this up-tight. Midnight into some lime-light again. . Yeah, 'cause I know my ego.
Well, if you never let them tight pants. Have a chance to hug your hips. Manhattan bluebird. Girl, you never flown. . And if you never read your name.
She's sittin' in the front room just watchin' the TV. Paintin her nails red in black negligee. She just teased up her new wig and painted her eyelids blue.
Well it come in from the southwest. In the middle of the night. Hey loomed over Lubbock. What a gawd awmighty sight. Yeah it dipped down into the darkness.
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside. A cold wind blows but it's colder inside. You lay in your crib but no lights in your eyes. Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside.
Well, I just left myself today. Hell, I couldn't wait to get away. There's still a smear across the mirror. That I have been but it won't reflect on me again.
Ahh, she was a honky tonker. An' he was a family man. An' she showed him her gold teeth. When he'd hold her little hand. . An' they met out on the highway.
Hey he stumbled from some derelicts bar. Throw out his hands and leaned on a car. And pretty soon this girl come up to him. Said, "Hey, how 'bout some fun now, slim?".
Runnin hard an runnin mean. Down the ... San Joaquin. Diamond Reo with Your Crazy rollin wheels. There a moon shinin bright. Like a big eye in the night.
He was a panhandle prince. Schoolboy football king. I told him "Hi" in the halls. 'Cause he could run them balls. . But it was rumored down deep he was mean.
Hey I don't need no chicken shit. Business man tellin' me what to do. Even if you ain't got no business. Same thing goes for you. . I don't need no sweet faced woman.
In this world today where we're living. Some folks say the worst of us they can. But when we are dead and in our caskets. They always slip some lilies in our hands.
Yeah, she tried to live on the inside. And get a house and make a home. And she tried to give and be satisfied. Livin' close to the bone. . But as time, it passed by.