Now I don't mind workin' hard. You can't burn me down. They ain't made a job. That I can't work my way around. Sometime I do it for the money. Sometime for the glamour.
Pack up all your dishes.. Make note of all good wishes.. Say goodbye to the landlord for me.. That son of a bitch has always bored me.. . Throw out them LA papers.
I rolled off the San Francisco mint in 1909. The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine. When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid.
Now he washed all the road dirt. From his face and from his neck. Sat down at her table. And she picked up his check. . And she took him home for reasons.
Hear that old tune come driftin' down the hall. Trying to put a stop to clock on the wall. Free flowin' free flown Lord mama how that old thief time carries on.
I had a friend named Bill Campbell. He used to rob, steal and gamble. And on the side he'd beg. So he mopped up. . Well, I told ol' Billy shouldn't do it.
If you ever go out to the circus. Where the Wallendas walk on the wire. I'll tell you a tale to remember. When the white horses leap rings of fire. . It was a cold night in Oklahoma.
Don't love you much do I. Just more than human tongue can tell and that's all. I don't love you much do I. Remember how I kissed you in the hall. . [Chorus: x2].
If I needed you would you come to me?. Would you come to me and ease my pain?. If you needed me I would come to you. I'd swim the seas for to ease your pain.
Oh Ellis Island was swarming. Like a scene from a costume hall. Decked out in the colors in Europe. And on fire with the hope of it all. . There stood my father's own father stood huddled.
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop. In an older part of town. Something caught my eye. And I stopped and turned around. . I stepped inside and there I spied.
Ain't nothin' in the world that I like better. Than bacon & lettuce & home grown tomatoes. Up in the mornin' out in the garden. Get you a ripe one don't get a hard one.
Sorry 'bout your mama. Sorry 'bout your paw. Sorry 'bout the business. With your brother-in-law. Hard cheese about the money man. Hard cheese about the stock.
Hemingway's whiskey warm. And smooth and mean. Even when it burns. It will always finish clean. . He did not like it watered down. He took it straight up and neat.
He brought the war home with him. Still got sand in his boots. Hes wrestling with the demons in the cold, hard truth. As some may write about him, he came back different.
The mirror's stained with dirty looks;. At least it never lies.. The muse is calling down the hall,. Come on, let's get high.. . The high price of inspiration.
Who wouldn't notic the fire in your eyes. Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes. I'm fallen and folded and wilted in place. At the sight of you standing with streaks down your face.
Some days I think this old machine is out to get me. Some days she does what I tell her. It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week. You know I'm talkin' 'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpillar.
Ain't love funny?. Ain't love strange?. I say love is a dangerous game. Shows no mercy. It has no rules. It's all the same for the kings and fools. . And I'm hell bent on a heartache.
A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel. Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel. But a hand is for reaching out and touching all you can.