My hands are on the wheel my mind is on the past. My foot is on the pedal ain't nothing ever lasts. I'm thinking 'bout a girl five hundred miles back.
when i had you too myself, i didn't want you around. 'cause pretty faces always seem to stand out in the crowd. but someone took you from the bunch, and love was all it took.
two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man. karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand. . please tell me how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?.
(chorus) I'm racing the train to the crossroads. To find out if I'm still alive. I'm racing the train to the crossroads, baby. I'm racing with the devil tonight.
Once I was lost for an ending. I'd end it to try to begin. Grit my teeth, close my eyes. Turn my outsides in. Put it out.... . If you take away the parts that make up the whole.
These prison walls keep me from leaving. There's no escape I'm not strong enough. I was condemned the night the. devil came soul stealin'. The day I lost my one true love.
I remember, kneeling before. Parts on the floor. Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis. But he'd left this building. . And I can't deny. Since then I've wondered why.
Holding out, for the long run. This time thinking if I keep thinking. This time thinking if I keep thinking sound. Thinking sound, overdue... Walls around, watered life.
There was a little raccoon on the side of the road. When I drove to work one day. He was sleepin' there as peaceful as can be. So I blew my horn to wake him up and get.
I said there's something in the way you move. That makes me think that I'm in love with you. There's something in the way you move. That makes me think I hate myself.
Hey Mr. Undertaker do me a big favor. Make me look real good because I'm. going for a ride. Hey Mr. Embalmer I did a number with my revolver. Can you put my head together, 'cause I'm going.
well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl. she says to me, "i don't like boys". i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand. so i stand there and i stand there, yeah, but i guess i didn't know.
Gonna meet my maker, gonna shake his hand. Gonna meet my maker, gonna shade his hand. Gonna meet my maker, I'm at the undertaker. Gonna meet my maker, in the promised land.
You and I in a little toy shop. I'll buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got. Set them free at the break of dawn. Till one by one they were gone.
He was holding the McCulloch. When he knocked upon her door. Yesterday she said she didn't love him anymore. But it wasn't her who answered. It was some guy he didn't know.
I killed J.C. down in Chesterfield. And now they're cooking my last meal. He had it comin' I still contend,. but we all know how this story ends.. . It happened up on King's Highway.
Jesus, please come on down. Please come and see me when you're in town. I'm waiting, waiting around. Please come on down. Come on down when you're in town.
You win some and you lose some. That's just the way it goes. Someday maybe I'll win one. right now I just don't know. I've got a special talent. You might call it a gift.
I was sitting at a red light. |I was waiting for a green light. Up pulls this El Dorado with plates. that said "diablo". With a guy, looked like an undertaker.
Charlie got a chainsaw and a pickle jar of. formaldehyde. One way or another tonight she will be. going for a ride. The roses and the poems he wrote,.