Well, a gypsy lady once told me. Son, you got the kind of soul that's gotta be free. It ain't what you want, it's just what you need. Like a black bird baby, you were born with wings..
Scarecrows and devils are the only thing out this way. What that says about me, it's probably true. I've been carrying all these words around. For too long and now it's time to lay them down.
You know just the other morning. I was hanging around in my house. I had that old book with picutres of Madonna naked. And I was checkin' it out. Just then a friend of mine came to the door.
Got your feet wet. Got your heart broke. Didn't pan out. Like you hoped. . But you played fair. And you swear that. Love had. The damn deck stacked. .
Buenos noches senorita, I'm mighty pleased to meet ya. Maybe you and I could sit a spell and talk. I'm new to Santa Fe, I just rode into town today. Thought I'd spend some time in these adobe walls.
The day we met. I'll never forget. Was the luckiest of my life. She took me so far. And I broke her heart. Now I'm sittin` here. With the simple truth.
I stepped out into the blue, felt the wind hit my face. Before my chute opened, I felt my heart race. I was fallin'. Nope, that's just fallin'. And off the coast of Australia I dove way down deep.
A showman's life,. Is a smokey bar,. And the fevered chase,. Of a tiny star,. It's a hotel room,. And a lonely wife,. From what I've seen,. Of a showman's life.
Times may be trying our bindings. Hard days may steal half our smile. This world goes by in a hurry. Kind words are farther and few. . Sometimes the going gets rocky.
And I love you so,. The people ask me how,. How I've lived till now. I tell them I don't know. . I guess they understand. How lonely life has been. But life began again.
When your heart drops through the floor. And her eyes begin to shine. You wonder if she loved you or was it just the wine?. I recall when passion. Was our only friend.
When the chute gate wings open, here we go again. The desperate dance, the kick and the spin. Dust risin' from a cross bred bull, fire meets with pride.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child. Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild. I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris. But I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me.
Here's mud in yer eye. You've been lost in the desert 25 years or more. Ah yer whiskey streams And yer gold field dreams. Well Lady Luck won't let you dark her door.
Clyde Barrow told Bonnie Parker hon we're broke now so you better get your gun. Tell a driver put this Marmon in high you're gonna take another ride with Clyde.
Now everybody calls me Bo I got no money but all my row. Some folks say I'm just a no good kind. I can ride for miles in an old boxcar. Smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars.
Well a hundred years from now I won't be crying. A hundred years from now I won't be blue. And my heart will have forgotten that she broke every vow. I won't care a hundred years from now.
My latest sun is sinking fast my race is nearly run. My strongest trials now are past my triump has began. Oh come angel band come and around me stand.
i know the suns about to come up. i close my eyes anyway. my mouth is dry and the sheets are cold. and will be still come break of day. you called me up just to surprise me.
eloquent, i soon retire. to nothing else i may aspire. after ive made love to you. . in the dark i see you glisten. to your breath i lay and listen. after ive made love to you.