In a pub Britanny, I had me a drink or three. I can vaguely recall, a pretty girl was standin' there. Ran her hand through my hair, took me off for some air.
Sun's up I better get up and make the rounds. All alone on my own here in this old town of Salt Lake City. Gotta find work forget the hurt and how she put me down.
I wanna sing this song for a friend of ours. His picture was in all the papers. They said that a legend had passed. The late evenin' news did a special report.
You have painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair. Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere. The shadows on the wall tell me the sun is goin' down.
I was born in Saginaw Michigan I grew up in a house on Saginaw bay. My dad was a poor hard working Saginaw fisherman. Too many times he came home with too little pay.
As I lay here all alone I feel the darkness coming on. It's too late to try to catch the sinking sun. But the seasons of my mind they're walking back through summer time.
I was waitin' in Rosie's Restaurant.. When the waiter came up and said "what do you want?". I looked at the menu and it looked so nice.. Till he said, "let me give you some advice".
She wakes while you sleep and tiptoes out softly and brings you your coffee in bed. And she crawls in beside you with biscuits and kisses until all your hungers're fed.
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play. And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay.
This old highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell. The rides they is scarce as the rain. When you're down to your last shuck with nothing to sell.
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits. For a bottle of bad whiskey I gave up my fancy boots. Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell.
Does anyone know of a girl who might like a tired old boy on a rusty old bike. Who just pulled in today from the Florida Glades. And just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile.
(Is everybody feelin' silly now? Yeah, I feel silly, yes). . Well I'm gonna teach you a Ricky tic song it's kinda silly and it ain't too long. But you can't go wrong singin' a Ricky ticcky song.
It was a rainy day in Richmond when I've found out what she had done. She walked right out of my life in her hour of fun. They thought I'd gone to Baltimore and never suspected a thing.
(It's gonna take a lot more than a memory for I had the real thing too long). I keep telling myself I'll be all right with the mem'ry that you left behind.
This could be our last goodnight together. We may never pass this way again. Just let me enjoy 'till its over. Or forever. Please don't tell me how the story ends.
Praise the Lord, and send me the money. I'm happy, you can be happy too. If you praise the Lord, and send me the money. That's what Jesus wants you to do.
I know that my surroundings aren't the very best. But my soul's on fire and won't let me rest. I'm doing things I really shouldn't do I guess I'm just pursuing happiness.
The first sound I heard was a woman's cry. The first word I learned to utter was goodbye. Forgive me if I'm wrong in what I do to you. While passin' through passin' through.
Well he rode through the woods on a big blue ox. He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks. Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that's Paul. Talk about working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile and half.