I once had a true love. Her name was Maggie Brown. Her eyes they were the color. Of the sun burning down. . And she had hair that smelled like jasmine.
Still don't know what I was waiting for. And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets. Every time I thought I'd got it made. It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
Four blocks up and two streets down. I went back to my old hometown. Like a kid I ran and hid on cue. . For that's when times were really sad. Winter there was really bad.
I turned 17, spring of 1861. And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21. 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in. There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County.
Casey joins the hollow sounds of silent people walking down. The stairway to the subway, in the shadows down below. Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors.
Well, I don't tell jokes. And I don't take notes. And you been sayin' there ain't much hope. You got nothin' on me. . I got friends uptown. And they don't talk down.
On a mantle made of oakwood. There's a photograph from my childhood. It was taken in the desert early light. . I look a lot like a leprechaun. With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on.
There's a factory standing empty. Where we built your Chevrolet. And we sent our kids to college. On a forty hour wage. . But now the windows all are broken.
This is your new thing now. Naked as a rose. Everything exposed. But not quite. This is your new thing now. Cards out on the table. A genius with no label.
Today we took a walk up the street. Picked a flower, climbed the hill. Above the lake. And secret thoughts were said aloud. We watched the faces in the clouds.
Well, he was from a small town. In Northern Mississippi. She was raised on the Puget Sound. A third generation hippie. . Fate would take them to L.A. County.
Find a nail to hang your hat on. Go and get yourself a chair. If there's a little hope to fathom. Mr. Levon left it there. . Don't imagine you can lose him.
What I'd give to be you for an hour or two. Oh tell me a story of fortune and glory things i. Never knew for I am the hungry and I am the. Poor I've got one foot outside where the.
I don't know what else to do. I would rather do anything. Than write this song for you. And perpetuate this thing. . In my head, in my living room. With the usual arsenal.
New like smoky mornin. Cool like heaven glow. Meet me on the mountain. I got no place to go. . I like my daylight to be silver. I like my night skies to be blue.
I've been thinking. About you and me. Maybe I was just. Seeing what I wanted to see. . You can call me crazy. But you know this time I swore. That I wouldn't run.
Look away, look away from the past. Think ahead, think ahead so you'll last another day. And the days are so long. . And you'll get by. But gettin' by is just another way to say half dead.
Love came down at Christmas. Love all lovely, love divine. Love was born at Christmas. Star and angels gave the sign. . Love came down at Christmas. Love all lovely, love divine.
Lover, there will be another one. Who'll hover over you beneath the sun. Tomorrow see the things that never come. Today. . When you see me. Fly away without you.
As I walk down the road. I sit up some. The lambs were coming homeward one by one. I heard a sheepbell softly calling them. Along the little road to Bethlehem.