If I should fall from grace with god. Where no doctor can relieve me. If I'm buried 'neath the sod. But the angels won't receive me. . Let me go, boys.
Now pardon my personal demons, child. But if you do insist. Sit down and listen to me story awhile. 'Cause it goes something like this. . The joint was small but we were having a ball.
(Tahitian traditional). . Te manu puka Rua. e rua puka manu. haka "Book" "Boom" "Boom"!. hara raku Pomme de Terre.
Oh my name is Jock Stewart. I'm a canny gun man. And a roving young fellow I've been. . So be easy and free. When you're drinking with me. I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Alright. . Well, it's Friday night and I'm waiting. On your call girl, like I do. Am I wasting my time by this telephone line?. Waiting on your call to come through, yeah.
Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be. Curling your lip directing your poetry at me. When I know it was written for another time. and place.
How come when I got the ace of hearts. You always draw the ace of spades. How's it when your best friend. Brings you lilies on your birthday. . How come, yeah, how come.
Dick meets jane and a fire starts. Jane leaves dick and it breaks his heart. Dick asked jane, "why'd you leave me? ". "cause you're not dangerous, rough or sleazy".
(lyrics by J.F. Berneron & F. Orrall). . Headlong down your hallway with a head full. of sweet possibilities. Though I know damn well here I go again hoping you'll.
Like animals. Tonight we make it. You give me an inch. I'm gonna take it. . I'll steal your love. Like a thief. To be as one. Is my belief. . Don't look back and have no regrets.
Finally found a place they could never reach. Sipping Singha Beer on Pattaya Beach. . Singha Beer, don't ask no questions. Singha Beer, don't tell no lies.
What you heard about me. Was probably right. I'm the boy next door. The one you were warned about. Oh yes, indeed. . Well, I'm no upstanding citizen. But I'm standin' up just the same.
I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis. She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.
--------- -------. Sugarbush Cushman lived by the Ruud pond. Way up north in Barre Vermont. Way up high where the maple trees grow,. she says "I'm from Vermont and I loves the snow.".
-------- --- --- -- --- ----- ---- --- ----. Oh the days of wine and roses and the rubbing of noses. Bare feet, new sprouts, and garden hoses.. Skipping stones, while skipping home....
Life's a bitch, then you die, black Hell. Hell's Ditch, naked howling freedom. The killer's hands are bound with chains. . At six o'clock, it starts to rain.
-------- --- --- -- --- ----- ---- --- ----. Oh the days of wine and roses and the rubbing of noses. Bare feet, new sprouts, and garden hoses.. Skipping stones, while skipping home....
Sit down on that stool, hear the can't of a fool. And a strange tale I'll tell to ye. Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill. 'Neath the burial chambers you see.
You said I don't know who you are. Trying to reach you so near yet so far. You said I was falling apart. How did you notice from this hole in your heart.
----- -- -----. Sometimes I think I should. Sometimes I think I oughta. If I could, you know I would. Talk to you in a minute,. call you on the telephone.