You tell me this town ain't got no heart (well, well, well, you can never tell). The sunny side of the street is dark (well, well, well, you can never tell).
If I had my way, I would tear this old building down.. . Well Delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair,. She had good looks, God knows, and coal black hair,.
As I was walkin' down Grosvenor Square,. Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,. From the other direction she was calling my eye,. Could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try..
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line. You must be the angel, I though I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams.
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,. Country garden in the wind and the rain,. Wherever he goes the people all complain.. . Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline..
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair. Come back step, like to walk on air. Get back home where you belong. And don't you run off no more. . Don't hang your head, let the two-time roll.
Out on the lonely hillside. In a cabin low and small. Lived the sweetest rose of color. My Rosa Lee Mcfall. . Her eyes were brightsome color. Her voice was sweet to me.
Boots were of leather. A breath of cologne. Her mirror was a window. She sat quite alone. . All around her. The garden grew. Scarlet and purple. And crimson and blue.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine. And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung. Would you hear my voice come through the music. Would you hold it near as it were your own?.
Out on the edge of an empty highway. Howling at the blood on the moon. Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way. I can't hit that border too soon. . Running hard out of Muskrat Flats.
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.. Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.. . Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late..
Just like jack the ripper, just like mojo hand,. Just like billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band,. Just like new york city, just like Jericho,. Pace the halls and climb the walls and get out when they blow..
As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode on to Fennario. Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove. And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.. Will you marry me pretty Peggy-O, will you marry me pretty Peggy-O.
Some folks trust to reason. Others trust to might. I don't trust to nothing. But I know it come out right. . Say it once again now. Oh, I hope you understand.