I come from just the other side of nowhere. To this big time lonesome town.. They got a lot of ice and snow here,. Half as cold as all the people I've found..
Look into water, see the barracuda. Patient as the devil. Hanging still. Like a shadow in the water. Pretty barracuda. Dagger of the devil. Waiting to kill.
See that long line of people who keep standing in the rain. Lookin' tired, gettin' cold. And that signal light they're waiting for, don't ever seem to chang.
Jesus was a Capricorn. He ate organic food. He believed in love and peace. And never wore no shoes. . Long hair, beard and sandals. And a funky bunch of friends.
Jesus was a Capricorn. He ate organic food. He believed in love and peace. And never wore no shoes. . Long hair, beard and sandals. And a funky bunch of friends.
She would meet me in the morning. On my way down to the river. Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree. With her feet already dusty. Ffrom the pathway to the levy.
Once upon a dusty reservation. Somewhere in the land of sitting bull. Johnny lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces. Locked inside a heaven gone to hell.
I know you know I'm sorry. And you know that I feel the same. We've grown too lonesome together (Oh, yes we have). And all that we share is the blame..
All we've ever owed each other for the time we spent together. Was the right to know it's over when it's gone. What it wasn't doesn't matter, and it still don't feel no better.
He was walking with your brother on the streets of Alabama. He was marching next to Martin when he died. Working face to face in Cuba and Managua, Nicaragua.
Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad. Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad. But he never planned to be the man. They said that he'd become.
They said, "What do you think you would do. If she told you that she'd been untrue?". I'd say, "I won't say I won't be sorry, no.. It sure was love while it lasted.".
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash. And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash. And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass.
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter. Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water. And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her.
They said, "What do you think you would do. If she told you that she'd been untrue?". I'd say, "I won't say I won't be sorry, no.. It sure was love while it lasted.".
If you hurt me, you won't be the first or the last. In a lifetime of many mistakes.. But I won't spend tomorrow regretting the past. For the chances that I didn't take..
We know better it was bitter, baby. Watching love become a lie. Now were coming to that point of no returning. Do you really want to try?. . Are the reasons or the chances any better than before?.
Written by kris kristofferson and rita coolidge. . Hey, fairweather friend,. You know you can bend me. I don't wanna break. Hey, lend me a hand. Something I can lean on.
I said, "I've got a life of my own. I've got a life of my own". . I said, "Don't try to make me a part of no plan. Take me or leave me alone. Freedom's a feeling that few understand.
You came smiling softly. Shyly moving, easy as a dreamer, into my world. Then before I realized the danger. I found myself staring into your eyes. . Somewhere in their colors.