Swing low swingin' chariot. Comin' for to take me for a ride. Swing low swingin' chariot. . I know, someday beyond the moon. Someday beyond the sun. I know, the Lord got place to slept for me.
SUNNY SIDE OF MY LIFE. WRITER BROWN. . Each time I see your face. It puts me back in place. You're the sunny side of my life and I love you. Things that you've said and done.
Well I was riding to the city. and my horse broke down, do-dah, do-dah. Blacksmith lived on the other side of town. Oh do-dah day. . Well I'm gwan to run all night.
Take a little bitty town. Elect a Mayor of the little bitty town. A square little man to make it go around. Squares make the world go round. . Pick out a state.
Hot afternoon, sometime in June. Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon. Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun. Go get my car and my guitar, ride through town with the top down.
See her dancing, see there Willie, see how reckless she lives. She's a wild one as everyone knows. Why what's wrong Willie, you're cryin', what have I done.
Somewhere there's a lady with a special set of feelings. That would love to sit and listen to the things I have to say. . Somewhere past the darkness that I see outside my window.
The working man works while the boss man sits in the shade. The working man works while the boss man sits in the shade. Some people make it, some people got it made.
Some hearts have all the fun they fall in love with one. And one says all it takes some hearts get out of breaks. Some people never cry life just goes flyin' by.
She's my baby lady. She's my baby child. Runnin' round in sun-suits. Drivin' daddy wild. . Lovely to look at. Beautiful to see. Looking like her mummy.
Someone said the world was under ether. Better bet your bottom dollar. Better bet your bottom dollar. That before your eyes we turn to dust. Bodies rearranged.
Shame bird is flying shame shame on someone. Shame bird is flying shame shame on somebody. That someone is me don't crook your finger at me if you see me walking by.
Here she comes and there she goes. Wearing someone else's clothes. Turning water into wine. Ridicule into sublime, oh yeah. . Been a daughter all her life.
The writing on the wall. Changes everyday. Moving the lights about. . We live by stealth alone. By simple truths, that's our philosophy. Oh, what a perfect day.
You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair. Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere. The shadows on the wall tell me the sun is going down.
Maybe our days are numbered. Maybe I want you back. Maybe these words are empty. Maybe I don't mind if you see someone else. . Ah, are we going against the grain again?.
Roll away, roll away. A great weight, like a great stone. has rolled away. . Roll away, roll away. A great weight, like a great stone. has rolled away.
River in the rain. Sometimes at night you look like a long white train. Winding your way away somewhere. River I love you, don't you care?. If you're on the run.
All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere. . The tears are filling up their glasses.
Me and old Rosie we go back a whole lot of years. We've had some laughter and we've had each other in tears. Rosie and me are somewhere between lovers and friends.