I got mixed up confusion. Man, it's a-killin' me. . Well, there's too many people. And they're all too hard to please. . Well, my hat's in my hand. Babe, I'm walkin' down the line.
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?. Who's gonna let it roll?. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?. Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?.
Every step of the way, we walk the line. Your days are numbered, so are mine. Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray. We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape.
You took a part of me that I really miss. I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this. You told yourself a lie; that's all right mama, I told myself one too.
Well, that big dumb blonde. With her wheel gorged. Turtle, that friend of hers. With his checks all forged. And his cheeks in a chunk. With his cheese in the cash.
Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,. Some are building monuments,. Others, jotting down notes,. Ev'rybody's in despair,. Ev'ry girl and boy.
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha. Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha. Honey, we could be in Kansas. By time the snow begins to thaw.. . They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn.
Melancholy mood forever haunts me. Steals upon me in the night, forever taunts me. Oh, what a lonely soul am I, stranded high and dry. By a melancholy mood.
Each time I see a crowd of people. Just like a fool I stop and stare. It's really not the proper thing to do. But maybe you'll be there. I go out walking after midnight.
Maybe someday you'll be satisfied. When you've lost everything you'll have nothing left to hide.. When you're through running over things like you're walking 'cross the tracks,.
Come, you masters of war. You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. . You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks.
Oh, fare thee well, my own true love, fare thee well but for a while. The ship is waiting and the wind blows high. And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann..
I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong.. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day..
I am a man of constant sorrow,. I've seen trouble all my days.. I'll say goodbye to Colorado,. Where I was born and partly raised.. . Your mother says that I'm a stranger,.
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch,. The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched.. Could be the Fuhrer. Could be the local priest..
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high. There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry. The windows wide open, African trees. Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat. An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,. Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,. But mama, you been on my mind..
Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, in the beginning.. Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, long time ago.. . He saw an animal that liked to growl,.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.. Well, I wake up in the morning. Fold my hands and pray for rain..
When the rain is blowing in your face. And the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace. To make you feel my love. . When the evening shadows and the stars appear.