I like hitler, jolly jolly hitler. I like hitler and mussolini too. . I like franco in spain. And I'll have to maintain. That batista was. Really quite all right.
I rise and stumble from the bed. It wakes the worries in my head. And I pour myself a bowl of Cheerios. . Think about the good and bad. The happiness outweighs the sad.
Pre>intro : g f c d. . G f c d. Meet the king of cowboys, he rides a pale pony. G f c d b. He fights the bad boys brings them to their knees. C. He patrols the highways from the air.
I was lousy at math, failed historian. Carlene was the valedictorian. I was quarter back in the back of classes. She was the whiz kid in horned rim glasses.
I dreamed I saw phil ochs last night. Alive as you or me. Says I to phil "you're ten years dead". "i never died' says he. "i never died" says he. . The music business killed you phil.
Girl, you sure look pretty there. Standin' in the doorway in the sunset light. Or maybe I read you wrong. Thinkin' I could be your Mr. Right. . Well, I was puttin' my heart and soul on the line.
Well, Bobbi's been a friend since I can't remember when. We all went together to school. A linebacker, a quarterback-sacker. Yeah Bobbi, he's as strong as a mule.
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans. At the end of the early British war. The young land started growing. The young blood started flowing. But I ain't marching anymore.
So many choices in my life these days. So much confusion, so many shades of gray. That sometimes I don't know my left from my right. But I've got these old black and whites.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
I've been all around your dirty old city. Been all around your dirty old town [shades of ewan maccoll --.ed]. I've slept in your alleys, I've slept in your subways.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
Pre> b em c7 d em. How long, how long can we go on. F# g b. How long, how long can we go on,. C d. This troubled land may never last. C d em. There is no future in the past.
She's got, 'Honky Tonk Woman' on her license plat. She's got black, leather britches, long, long legs. She's got a booty tattoo, red lips and a tongue.
Ooh, alright. . If you're heading south on Georgia one twenty-nine. Straight into Athens past the Clark county line. There's an old Texaco right across.
How high is the watergate, mama, she said it's one foot high and risin'. How high is the watergate, pama, he said it's two feet high and risin'. There's a flood around the poker game (there's a bug on the window pane).
What's become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts. We say the lines but there's no spark. We never miss a cue but it's a passionless walk-through.
Pre>intro: g em d. . G em d. Here's to the state of richard nixon. G f. For underneath his borders the devil draws no line. G f. If you drag his muddy rivers nameless bodies you will find.