Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel. And back when your grandfather's father was young. Men of these shores made and gave up their lives.
I was born singing yes I am. Grew up some kind of travelin' man. Sunday morning, pack my things. Say so long sweet potato. I'm on the road again. . Oh it's a lovely stretch of the highway.
I like to think about the time I met you. Living with your people down in new orleans. Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you. Ride in no nasty limousine.
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller for your love, baby. I like nothing better than a roll all over you.
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll.
Lonely hearted hunter don't say nothing. The hunger and the hurt. Got only one law. Never mind your words. Unseen, unheard, unsung, undone. Ain't bot one place left to run.
Something's wrong, that restless feeling's. Been preying on your mind.. Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling,. The signs aren't hard to find.. Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated,.
There's something in the way she moves. Or looks my way, or calls my name. That seems to leave this troubled world behind. If I'm feeling down and blue.
Someone, I'm searching for someone. Who'll be true, who'll change my life of blue. Into a dream of golden rainbows, where are you?. . It seems I've been searching,.
It was about five till five on Friday. We were all getting ready to go. And the boss man started screaming. And his veins began to show. . He said you and you come with me.
Some children see Him lily white,. The baby Jesus born this night.. Some children see Him lily white,. With tresses soft and fair.. Some children see Him bronzed and brown,.
It was just after sunrise. And down by the sea. Down on the sand flats. Where nothing will grow. Come drumming and footsteps. Like out of a dream. Where the golden green waters come in.
Oleana, via Del Norte, O Canada. It was snowtime, it was showtime, it was no time. To be lost in downtown Toronto. It was wintertime, 'round dinnertime.
It was a hot and sultry day. Somewhen in early september. I don't hardly remember the day. Just the way the sun beat down. Upon the bay, baby. . I did not even need to know your name.
Well, I've been lying in this dungeon. Since I was eighteen. Ten lonely years of my life taken. I've been living in the pages of a magazine. It breaks my heart to awaken.
Take all the money that we need for school. And to keep the street people in out of the cold. Spend it on a weapon you can never use. Make the world an offer that they can't refuse.
You can play the game and you can act out the part. Though you know it wasn't written for you. But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart.
I'm leavin' my fam'ly. Leavin' all my friends. My body's at home. But my heart's in the wind. Where the clouds are like headlines. On a new front page sky.
Let us turn our thoughts today. To martin luther king. And recognize that there are ties between us. All men and women. Living on the earth. Ties of hope and love.
Just because I ask a friend about her.. Just because I spoke her name somewhere.. Just because I rang her number by mistake today,. She thinks I still care..