[Foreign Content]. Which means don't let the [Incomprehensible] grand you down. They said, "Don't you think it's mighty strong language. To be used in, right here on the Fozo Show".
Look a-yonder comin', comin' down that railroad track. Hey, look a-yonder comin', comin' down that railroad track. It's the Orange Blossom Special bringin' my baby back.
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp. I was a happy country boy 'til television came along. It showed them far away places and it sho' was a bitch.
The hero in the big white house shakes his head and moans about. The misery of his fellow man just as though he really cared. While the hand he holds behind his back.
Oh Atlanta, you're the only home I ever knew. Oh Atlanta, I can't wait to get back home to you. You got money in your pocket, you got roses in the lane.
He's just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet bar. And he sings a little flat and he never learned to play the guitar. But he keeps on belting out them rhythm and blues.
They go walking into church every Sunday morning. They the self-appointed sin patrol. Well they whisper and they gossip behind the back. Of anybody that they can't control.
When A man's been mistreated. When he been kicked around. He been laughed at and lied to. Well it keeps going down. . [Chorus]. When A man hits bottom.
I was born in Memphis on the wrong side of town. Way back up in the projects. We didn't have much bet there was music all around. That was something we could respect.
[Chorus]. My baby plays me just like a fiddle. She knows I love her a lot not a little. I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle. I got a heart and she's in the middle of it.
People get all upset and they shiver. And they sweat for money. It don't seem to make no difference. Which a way the wind might blow. . They scrimp and they save and.
Mississippi,. You've been on my mind,. Like a mist in the morning,. From some dream I've left behind.. . Mississippi,. I've been kinda down,. 'Cause it's been such a long time.
Mister DJ won't you please play me a song?. Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home. With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind.
Midnight train, roll on. Midnight train, roll on. . Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'. Take this stranger on to Santa Fe. It seems like romance and danger.
He blew in town at midnight. And he didn't mean to stay. And then he found her. Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe. . And the way he smiled and carried on.
People say I'm no good. And crazy as a loon. 'Cause I get stoned in the morning. And get drunk in the afternoon. Kinda like my old blue tick hound. I like to lay around in the shade.
Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand. It's a beautiful sight to behold. Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver. and the sun turns the daytime to gold.
Little folks are people too. Very much like me and you. The little things they say and do. They kinda make your day. . Foolishness and common sense. Through the eyes of innocence.
They got a dance floor the size of Texas. They got a band seven nights a week. And if you don't show up before the sun goes down. You ain't gonna find a seat.
"It's My Life". . It's my life, God was the one to give it. And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it. It's my song, right or wrong. You can tag along or you can stay behind.