Where the road is dark, and the seed is sowed. Where the gun is cocked, and the bullet's cold. Where the miles are marked in blood and gold. I'll meet you further on up the road.
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last. Night now they blew up his house too. Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready. For a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat. With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round.
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396. Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor. She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot. Outside the Seven-Eleven store.
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra. I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova. I could walk like Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova.
I stood stone-like at midnight, suspended in my masquerade. I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade. I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch.
The times are tough now, just getting tougher. This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher. Cover me, come on baby, cover me. Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me.
They're still racing out at the trestles. But that blood it never burned in her veins. Now I hear she's got a house up in fairview. And a style she's trying to maintain.
Born down in a dead man's town. The first kick I took was when I hit the ground. You end up like a dog that's been beat too much. Till you spend half your life just covering up.
In the summer that I was baptized. My father held me to his side. As they put me to the water. He said how on that day I cried. We were prisoners of love, a love in chains.
Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided. Except the board we're playing on, how it's to be divided. Will more years yet die alone? The question's many-sided.
He came to town with a strong pull. Would flash his moves for the worshipful. Shoulder moves from side to side. Go over your head, and dot your eyes. .
It is no mystery. What you get is what you see. You betrayed my loyalty. You've gone and done me wrong. Now I do you harm. My revenge is guaranteed. You stabbed me in the back.
Why is my love so cold. No more will I pretend. Gasping for air as you're slipping through my fingers. Don't kiss me goodbye. Please don't leave here.
What do you do?. I don't know, but I know. I do it every day. . Why do you do it?. I don't know, but I know. I do it anyway. . I do what I do, indeed I do.
Through the twilight, I can hear the humming of a melancholy coon (mm-mm). For the memories that still linger, I thank you mister Moon. And, although I've never smiled.
There once was a very famous man. On his famous horse he'd ride through the land. The people used to see him everywhere. When he died, they put a statue in the square.
Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around.. Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums. And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole. And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar.
After his second wife passed away,. Percy Rawlinson seemed to spend more and more time with his alsatian owl.. His friends told him. "You should get out more, Percy, or you'll wind up looking like a dog, ha ha.".
You who speak to me across the fence. Of common sense. How your tomato plant will win a prize,. won't that be nice,. And by the way, how's your wife?.