There's a place. A local roadside shack. A poor man's paris with a parking lot in the back. There's a girl there. She knows how to unwind. She don't talk much but she knows just how to act.
It's coming one day now. said the captain. . It's coming one day now. cried the priest.. The people in high places may defend you. . But son. you better hope they keep the peace..
It's coming any day said the captain. It's coming any day now cried the priest. The people in high places may defend you. But son you better hope they keep the peace.
It's been a long time coming. This feeling I've got. That things'll always go your way. Such a long shot. . Been so deep in the hole. Thought I'd never come out.
Deep down in the south county. Over where the paper mill runs. Lived a man, a young country doctor. With the perfect wife and sons. . Well he worked his days.
Do you hear that or are you hearing my call. It's a cry for help but now you see. All these craters and these walls. I'm erected in my room. I'd like you to see, I'm a performer with skills.
You lie over there in a bed with iron rails. Like a frightened child in the cold light so frail. And things were going so well, just rolling along. Now, just when you think you've got it made, it's all gone.
Man was a knife expert, kinda Jim Bowie type, swaggerin', blusterin',coon skin, I said "your not serious, right"?. . Then I saw him grab my friend by the hair and I guess I should have prayed as he dragged him round, I said to myself, "There's gonna be some changes made"..
Water. Water. . Some live life with eyes that don't see. They look away at the time of your greatest need. Some talk, some'll just do, some turn their back.
Rollin' and a-tumblin'. Take me to the mountain. Fly closer to the sun. Wailin' and a-rumblin'. I'm movin' not stumblin'. Come, come with me. On my candy mountain.
Bruce r. hornsby. . I'm driving down the highway. Headed to the range. Gonna knock 'em out stong. But I'm feeling no pain. . Got an old brown bag. Big stick in the back.
Well, cocked and ready over here I stand. Anticipating the laying on of the hands. Well, it might seem frivolous, maybe profound. But it feels like deliverance going down.
Good seed don't grow on the barren ground. . There were people living in a green valley. Found a way to make a lot of money. Made the green turn gradually gray.
Woke up this morning looking at the screen. There's a couple of men talking, I'm not sure what they mean. There's a conversation many men running wild.
Well she moved back around here thirty five weeks ago today. Oh down the lane, at night she walks on the banks. And remembers how she dreamed of rowing away.
Van and Willie went out one night. Once they get out on the road. Well then everything is alright. Had to get away from the kids and the wives. Well they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just right.
I've been to the doctor, he says I'm alright. I know he's lying, I'm losing my sight. Should've examined the eyes of my mind. 20/20 vision and walking 'round blind.
There were tambourines and moans and wails. Wrappin' the snake on the healing trail. But a child passed, it was the devil and the snake. And the devil prevailed.
She fixed me in the corner. With that beautiful brown eye. She says, "I'd like to meet you. I was so surprised". . Well, what can I do for you?. What can you do for me?.
You come on down to the pit. Come on down to where the vipers spit. I've been waiting for you down here. . Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness.