Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands,. Think I might tap my feet.. Put together a one-man band,. Take a walk on down the street.. Have a one-man parade, nobody needs to know..
Shall I tell it again how we started as friends. Who would run into one another now and again. At the yippee cai o or the mesa dupree. Or a dozen different everyday places to be.
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. But when you're walking down that street. And you ain't had enough to eat.
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow. There's a bright golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as an elephant's eye. An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see. It did rain all night the day I left. The weather was bone dry.
I'm not much for making little wishes. But I'd like a little wish to come true for you. I'm not talking about loaves and fishes. But I wish that there was something I could do for you.
Well i'm-a going back down maybe one more time. Deep down home, october road. And I might like to see that little friend of mine. That I left behind once upon a time.
I have tried to forget about you. And all the plans that we had planned. Yes, and I'm bound to leave this town. I don't care where I may land. . If what they're telling me is true.
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be,. You're gonna give your love to me,. I wanna love you night and day,. You know my love not fade away.. . You know my love not fade away, not fade away!.
Everybody knows that I'm just a Joe that likes to hang around,. Talking about my problems, bringing other people down.. Well this may be so, but not long ago, I was sitting on the top of the world..
A catfish he tends to groove on the water. It's just where he's bound to be. And a monkey kinds of flashes on fruits and bananas. So he lives in the top of a tree.
It's written in the surface of her skin,. There's been a baby there, given away in love.. I see it in the little lines. Around her eyes, across her brow..
Source of all we hope or dread. Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan. We hunt your face and long to trust. That your hid mouth will say again let there be light.
We were ring-around-the-rosy children. They were circles around the sun. Never give up, never slow down. Never grow old, never ever die young. . Synchronized with the rising moon.
Mount up, move on. May you find the way back home. . Down and down we go. Down into bright october. Brothers in arms no more. Now that the war is over.
Watch my back and light my way. My traveling star, my traveling star. Watch over all of those born st. christopher's day. Old road dog, young runaway.
My romance doesn't need to have a moon in the sky.. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by.. No month of May, no shining star, no hideaway, no soft guitar..
Things may always stay the way they are,. Still my head looks for a change. From time to time.. I don't really mean to look that far. Turn on the music, strike up the music,.
Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. Oh, Mud Slide, I'm dependent on you. I don't know but I've been told. There's a time from time to time. I can't eat, I can't sleep.
I'm not smart enough for this life I've been livin',. A little bit slow for the pace of the dream.. It's not I'm ungrateful for all I've been given;. But nevertheless, just the same....