Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores. Looking for some work to do. And the Statue of Liberty waved him by. As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill. As Joe come a sailing through.
It was on an Indiana farm, in the middle of the country. Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana. His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a stranger.
Joe's drinking tequila sunrise. And Kati's safe and sex on the beach. Maria loves those blue margaritas. She likes 'em garnished with peach. . I dig these dirty martini's.
Oh oh good ole days. Good ole days. . Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh. I work my job all the way to the weekend. Call all my buddies, ask where you've been. Let's get together somewhere, seven o'clock.
It's been a long, long, long, long story. 'bout the fight to make men free,. It's been a long, long, long, long story. About as long as a story ought to be.
So much for finishing what we started. But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted. Well, I've had enough, I'll sleep you off. Your memory ain't so tough.
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform?. Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm?. Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes.
122, 59 Oak Drive. Rolls off my tongue like a nursery rhyme. Wooden numbers on the front of your house. Where we fell in love. . Little things they stick in my mind.
In the heat of the summer. When the pavements were burning. The soul of a city was ravaged in the night. After the city sun was sinkin'. . Now no one knows how it started.
Hot sun dancin' on the river. We're sittin' on the bank and watch the world go by. Our feet in the water she pressed her lips to mine. We were so long on love but short on time.
Hear some. If I knew. . If I knew why the sun did shine. And if I knew the taste of ancient wine. If I knew all these wonders, there's one thing more I'd know.
Moving on wasn't in the plan. I was living in that happy-to-be-right-where-I-am space. And god knows that's a hard-to-get-to kind of place. . But it took a right into another world.
The night air is inviting you to walk out on the trail. You will not fail. You will not fail. And by the beach a lady sails a ship without a sail. . And you reach out for her.
Bad move, baby I let you in. You're a tattoo under my, under my skin. And I can't wash it off. It's a permanent mark. . I try to let it go, I try to chill.
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Oh, I am just a student, sir. And only want to learn. But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke. From the books that you like to burn. . So I'd like to make a promise.
Things are too simple, things are too hard. Nobody's happy with the way things are. Looking for the quick fix, the short term loan. Got to rent 'cause you might not be here long enough to own.
Said the cloud to the sun, "Today's no time to shine". (Didn't you know she's gone?). Said the rain to the moon, "You're not needed tonight". (Didn't you know she's gone?).
When the river of rebellion overflows, I'll be there. When the seed of discontent plants and grows, I'll be there. Watching for the sun through the dark and rainy storm.
We were 18 and 19. And paired off on Saturday nights. Down in the basement a big killer stereo. Dimmer switch on the lights. Jane was a dancer, and Paul was a drummer.