There's a house on a hill. By a worn down weathered old mill. In the valley below where the river winds. There's no such thing as bad times. And a soft southern flame.
All you need is time. All you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude. Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you.
I came down through Albany to New York. To find what I'd been missin'. I looked across the river to the city. Where the windows all stood glistenin'. I stood listenin'.
Island goodbye, island goodbye. We been too long together, my island and I. 'Cross the blue sea, 'cross the blue sea. We been too long together, my island and me.
Rows of lights in a circle of steel. Where you place your bets on a great big wheel. High windows flickerin' down through the snow. A time you know. .
I'm sailing down the summer wind. I got whiskers on my chin. And I like the mood I'm in. As I while away the time of day. In the lee of Christian Island.
His father was a man who could never understand. The shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down. But to trade in the white man's place.
Sit by my side come as close as the air. Sharin' a memory of grey. And wander in my words. And dream about the pictures that I play. Of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream. I wonder how the old folks are tonight. Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face. She left me not knowin' what to do.
In my canary yellow canoe, my yellow canoe. I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe. The Eastmain, Coppermine, Back River too. In my canary yellow canoe.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run. When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel.
I spent most of my life outside, in the driving rain. I was only trying to get by with some of life's amenities. Well, nothing's free, I got more than I bargained for.
All I can see is the sea and the sky. And the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret. Gowns of satin on ladies gay. . Yesterday's a cabaret.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shone by supper time in the dusty afternoon.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
Boss man, boss man, what do you say?. I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around. If you don't look away how can I sit down.
The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks. Up to the east day is dawning. From time to time I get women on my mind. I'm a son of a gun. . Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight.
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. . I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind.
There's a south wind risin' and the moon shines on my window sill. I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest.
Black day in July. . Motor city madness has touched the countryside. And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide. The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside.