Looks like I've been down this road before. The faces look all the same. Another path I've gone already. With my future hanging over a drain. Give me a push when I'm down.
Sometimes I lead, sometimes I follow. This time I'll go where she wants me to go. She said, "Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. Go deep in the woods down the low valley road".
In this day and age today. Our rights are taken all away. Working to get by in life. Papers try to crush our size. Made to be an enemy. Don't have a say in society.
Sometimes I get lucky most times I come up short. Got to pull up the lines got to move around the bend. They say its a dying breed and they say its going to disappear.
There's six of them and only one of me. My back's against the wall and only one good knee. Well here they come and they're closing fast. I better get if I'm going to last.
Parking lot's full, the crowd's here. All to see and hear the food and beverage seer. Bumpin' time, everyone side to side. Left allemand and do-pah-so time.
You got a grip on the American Dream. Your hands are empty but that's not what you see. Your pockets are empty and the landlords here. You spent your money on piss warm beer.
What's the long face. What's all the crying for. Didn't you expect it?. When you opened your door. . To the man with the long coat. And the long list of victims.
Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands. I fell in love with an Appalachian girl. She lived in a long line of little row houses. On the side of an old strip mining hill.
[Originally by Angelic Upstarts]. . I just cant take much more of this oppression. I'm going out of my head and its losing that impression. I'm gonna go out for a walk.
[Originally by Buddy Holly]. . Well we're gonna rock. To the rhythm and the blues tonight. Every little thing's gonna be all right. Cause tonight we're gonna.
The rain held back again. Haven't felt a drop since you went away. Outside of town, the hills are brown. I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden. Lines outside the welfare store.
[Originally by Johnny Thunder]. . It doesn't pay to try. All the smart boys know why. It doesn't mean, I didn't try. I just never know, why. It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone.
Drinking a Familiar ale. As I listen to a tale. Of a friendship that was won and lost. A long time ago. . Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call my home.
Four walls I built one winter, she came to share my name. For years we lived as lovers on the open plains. And far off the heat wave shimmers, pipelines and the gasoline.
When I wake up in the morning and I'm all alone. I've got my boots and my braces and my hair's all gone. Got to go out into the world. Got to make sure I take care out there.
Walking on the sidewalk, roundball under my arm. Everybody knows how you play is who you are. Walking down the road, looking for a game or two. The real moves come through, no matter what they're gonna do.
It's summer time and the country's on the line. The lads are on the streets and the riots doing fine. Picking up the pieces after the night. Picking up the pieces for another fight.
Someone's dancing on the table. Someone's got an old book in the back. Some old jocks sitting 'round their neighbors. Exaggerating their stats again. .
It's a hazy winter's day. And I'm staring out on the southland. In the twilight distance on the bay. My mind sees you running through the marshland. All these years I've been waiting for you.