Wake Up, were going to the country. Were going to the country and well do it right. Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night. Well watch the stars dancing with the satellite.
Ive been sitting down here so long I composed a song. I wanna meet you Country gal. Every time she dance I wish I had the chance. Theres a river flowing in every man.
Coppermine, oh coppermine. My great-great grandfolk on my father's side. Used to work,in a coppermine - oh yeah. A penny here, a penny there. Won't you drop one in my waterwell.
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk. Than he has seemed in nights before. Skinless face and yellow heart, he. Hesitates and I wait. All my stories are about the same things.
It's a clear night. How are you tonight. Its a bone white. Smile of a night. There are chimes. That chill my bones. . I know you don't know. Which way I will go.
A little song. A little dance. A little seltzer down yer pants. Lump o gold the size of yer head. A little bramble in yer bed. Happy day in a boat. Trade a heffer for a goat.
It was there that I met her on my way to some crisis. in need of diffusing on some old dirty turnpike. Sayin' hitchhiking is stupid. What's your name?.
Living down here they throw me down and count me. I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean. And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me. That the women their ruby lips are dry..
Flyin moth took what it could. Yer half naked. Moth did good. A rabbit jumps it. A sheep makes it. Horse hockey. Piggly wiggly. Go cat go. And I want you to.
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile. if you could only find out anyway you oughta feel. all the way to Jericho in a rusted auto. lookin at the yellow moon-waitin for the northern star.
All the labor landed in the sod. Where the digger cried it's my calling, sir. And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well. And if they pay me well thats great.
Oh great mountain. You won't be moving any time soon. Over the blue, shimmering water. It's the same moon. Down on the eastern shore,. So like home you feel you've been before.
Sometimes I think of Mrs. T.. She was always such a sweet lady.. I went down, down to Montreal. To chase her younger days,. A half-smoked cigarette and a broken phrase,.
Do do do do. Do do do do. Do do do do. . Bicycles are made for rain. One hand on handlebars. One on my umbrella. . My ankles are getting wet. But I can't help but steer.
I'd like you for Christmas. Please make my wish come true. 'Cuz I'd trim trees and deck the hallways. If I knew you'd be mine for always. I won't be blue on christmas.
Took a trip on a bus that didn't know. Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco. Said truth comes back when you let it go. Seem complicated cause it's really so simple.