I'm navigating my way down Freedom's Road. Trying to make my way back home. I got my foot to the floor. But she must need bleeding. This car just don't want to roll.
Freedom of speech. Freedom to say. Freedom to think. Freedom of Speech. This is my lucky day. Freedom of thought. Freedom of dreams. Freedom to believe.
When I think of all the wrong I've done. I can't believe it's me that I'm talking about. I bet the same goes for you. . There is plenty of goodness in this world.
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles, the music plays slow. But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire, and I must go.
I wish I could give you an answer. As to when life really begins. I wish I could tell you where we went. When our days here come to an end. Wish I could see the future.
Be yourself, boys. Let's get this show on the road. . Well I'm up every morning by 6: 08. Take the Voltswagon bus up the interstate. Feel Charlie Manson just like ....
Mellencamp John Cougar. The Lonesome Jubilee. Empty Hands. . In the shadows of the smokestacks. Through the black snow that lay on the land. Walked home one winter morning.
Written by: John Mellencamp. . Diane and Jack went to the movies. They went to see Richard Pryor. Screamin' on his knees for his lover. How could have I been wrong about you?.
Written by: Toby Myers. . (Sally in the roses). I woke up today. Everything's on my shoulders. I never told her. Such emotional love. . I hear what you say.
Pre-war matador. Save your broken bones. Golden rule, he's such a fool. In the streets alone. Slow burn, taciturn. Nothing left to say. Column five, sympathize.
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes. Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes. Well, I'll come out the window, I won't have time to lose..
This getting older. Ain't for cowards. This getting older. Is a lot to go through. Ain't a gonna need this body. Much longer. Ain't a gonna need this body.
Mellencamp John Cougar. The Lonesome Jubilee. Down And Out In Paradise. Dear Mr. President. I live in the suburbs. It's a long way from Washington, D.C..
I bring you renegade stories. And you tell me I'm crazy and wild. You say that I lack maturity. Stop actin' like a child. But you know I am a liar. And my promises only get in my way.
Well I see you've got a new boyfriend. Got your mixed up husband too. I got 25 dollars in my pocket. Want me to spend it all on you. But I know that you cheat on all of us.
Now There's a man you'll hear about. Most anywhere you go,. And his holdings are in Texas. And his name is Diamond Joe.. . And he carries all his money.
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart. How the music can free her, whenever it starts. And it's magic, if the music is groovy. It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie.
Daylight is leaving. And the night is closing in. In just a few hours. The sleeplessness begins again. My head feels thick. And I'm unable to think. I guess I'll wait 'til tomorrow.
I got a letter this morning. How do. You reckon it read?. "Hurry the gal you love is dead"?. . I got a letter this morning. I'm wonderin'. How you reckon it read.
Office girls, they pass me by. They don't know my name. Put me on the danger list. Just too wild to tame. . Take the drinks off of the table. Throw my guitar out the door.