There's a little room on my list for tonight. Will ya be the one to fill it in. Toss around what is up, what is down. . In between, would ya like to dream.
The last time I saw her face. Her eyes were bathed in starlight. And her hair hung long. . The last time she spoke to me. Her lips were like the scented flowers.
Go first in the world, go forth with your fears. Remember a price must be paid. Be always too soon, be never too fast. At the time when all bets must be laid.
Step inside my tent, said she, "I'd like to read you palm". Leave the dollar in the jar, this won't take very long. Leave the circus noise behind, close your eyes, relax your mind.
The first time ever I saw your face. I thought the sun rose in your eyes. And the moon and the stars were the gift you gave. To the dark and the empty skies, my love.
It's alright for some, but not alright for me. When the one that I'm lovin' slips around. You think it's fine to do things I cannot see. And you're doin' it to me, baby can't you see that I know how it is.
There was a boy in Arkansas. Who wouldn't listen to his ma. When she told him that he should go to school. He'd sneak away in the afternoon. Take a little walk and pretty soon.
I come to this garden, I come here to rest. Early each day upon rising. I think of my lost love from over the sea. And sometimes I've wondered, if she thinks of me.
Thank you for the promises we make. I know I can't complain. I think I did all right. No failures are in sight. Only now and then. I'd like to reminisce.
I've never been so happy. Baby with you I'm happy. Maybe we will be together, la la la. . I've never been so happy. Maybe with you I'm happy. Maybe we should live together, la la la.
Whatever you think of me I'm still your friend. So other than nothin' what's new. The water's still flowin' through the rose on my skin. This here tattoo is for you.
I heard you talking in your sleep. Is there anything that I can do. I don't believe we've had a word all day. 'Bout anything at all. . I heard you talking in the night.
When the clouds rolls in. And when the light grows dim. I see reflections of you fade into the sunsets of my mind. . As the cold sets in. I hear your voice from within.
Sweet Guinevere, you're off to the coal town tonight. And your young brother Ernie's up in Pittsburgh PA. You know mother loves you, and dad's in the mine.
I hate the way you're looking at me. How is it that you're so unhappy. How is it when I look in your eyes. I can never see past the lies. . Do you know the difference anymore.
I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress. In a room where ya do what ya don't confess. Sundown you better take care. If I find you beenn creepin' 'round my back stairs.
Where the road runs down by the Butternut Grove. To old Bill Skinners Stream. Do tell at the noonday bell. It's time for a summertime dream. . In a lunch pail town, in a one horse way.
He came down through fields of green. On the summer side of life. His love was ripe. . There was no illusions. On the summer side of life. Only tenderness.
Sipping my vodka tonic in your leather-back chair. I put on my makeup perfect, but I let down my hair. . And while you're at your party. I wait here patiently.
If you really knew how many times I've tried to help you. Make your mind up in the matters of the heart, you'd not be bothered. By the miscues or the bad trips that seem to come and plague us.