mama cried and daddy burned. what i told them what i learned. an old stones lit, and a perty groove? O.o. let it bleed, you gotta move. some of us are born to run, out on highway 61.
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease. He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees. As he swings through the trees without a trapeze. In his B.V.D.s.
Look-a there, there he goes. Ha, there goes the funny man. The life of the party, that's me. . And they'd never guess. That I had a care. They'd be amazed to see me cry.
Now he was just a little fella. Barely 5'3. But he caused a great commotion. Down in Ducktown, Tennessee. Now it was nothing that the old man did. Or one word that he said;.
Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Whether yellow, black and white. They are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Way back in history along the Nordic coast. that was the sound all the people feared the most. It would echo thru the night up and down the foggy fj-ord.
Well the wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back. And left me at home by myself to batch. And after five straight nights of TV I was ready to scream.
Let me tell you 'bout Ahab the Arab. The Sheik of the burning sand. He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off a him. And a ring on every finger of his hands.
Well, there once was a feller named Willard McVane. And he only had just one thought on his brain. Every evening about midnight he'd sneak off alone. And call the same lady on a pay telephone.
V1.) THIS BOTTLE I'VE BEEN SIPPIN ON. CONTAINS WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING ON. AND MAKES MY LIFE MORE LIVEABLE. SINCE THE DAY THAT YOU'VE BEEN GONE. THIS DRINKIN MAY BRING SUDDEN DEATH.
Key of C. . V1.) Down by the river bottom. In the jungle by the track. when a hobo jumps a freight train. he aint never comin' back.. Life there's tougher than a rail yard,.
There's a paperclip resting on my countertop. Sunday morning, I forgot. What it's like to lose a friend. Yesterday. How it seems so far away. And I've said all I can say.
Oh my captain, Oh my captain. I've been working hard for you. Trying to make you love me too. Doing all that I can for my captain. . Oh my captain, open your eyes.
Yesterday morning, I was walking around. Me and Mr. Rodriguez on the wrong side of town. The streets were all empty and the houses all burned down. He reached in his pocket and he pulled out a crown.
I used to be a good man. I used to have friends. They would find me in the evening and mess with my head. When I wake up in the morning and no one's around.
She met him down at the laundromat. 3 A.M.on a washing machine. They sat and talked till dawn. . He bought her breakfast at a small cafe. Morning turned into the rest of the day.
He came to town on an old freight train. He jumped off in the pouring rain. Everybody said he's insane. Just a low down no account hobo. He made his bed beneath the county bridge.
Lying beside you here in the dark. Feeling your heart beat with mine. Softly you whisper you're so sincere. How could our love be so blind. We sailed on together and drifted apart.
He finally gave in to his friend's girlfriend. When she said "there's someone you should meet". At a crowded restaurant way cross town. He waited impatiently.