Woke up this morning crawled out between the sheets. My woman was warm, kisses oh so sweet. Wanted to stay but I had to go. Headed for the factory, made myself some dough.
Black cat, don't you look back at me. Good luck, don't hang around me. I been down so long I can't see. Need something that's gonna set me free. . I need some good love.
It's a gone dead train. Yes, it's a gone dead train. . My engine was pumpin' steam. And I was grindin' at you. Hard and fast. . Burnin' down the rails.
Goin? down. Goin? down, down, down, down, down. Goin? down. Goin? down, down, down, down, down. I've got my big feet in the window. My head is on the ground.
It was a red hot night night in mobile. Sweat glistened on the reverend's chin. His mohair suit was shinin'. . He told us all about sin. . It could be wall to wall in wall street.
(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd.,carlin music corp.. All rights reserved.. Yellow dog music, inc. in canada and u.s). . Gonna go down fightin'. Gonna go down fightin'.
Now you say that you're leavin'. Well, it can't be too soon. And you spend all of my money. You knocked my guitar out of tune. . Well, you say you're sick and tired.
Two bucks an hour you can hire a car. You can go most anywhere that depends on who you are. You can be your own boss takin' your own time. The sun shines all the time California girls look fine.
Well, only you know what you're thinkin'. Come on, say what's on your mind. Tell me one way or the other. I ain't got much time. Gimme what's mine, gimme what's mine.
Well, me and my buddies are goin' to a party tonight. And we don't care if we ain't got no invite. We don't care if our face don't fit. Gonna grab a little whiskey, grab a little.......
Look at you. You're the son of the neighborhood strays. You can walk in your prison for days. But you'll never get anywhere. It's a pain. But the shine on the edge of your blade.
Just sit yourself down, friend. Pull up a chair, friend. There ain't nobody here, friend. But the people you need. . Roll yourself a joint, friend. Empty your head, friend.
(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd.,carlin music corp.. All rights reserved.. Yellow dog music in canada and u.s.). . I'm a freewheeler, an underground dealer.
Sometimes I feel I've been hung on a line. Wasting my time. Sometimes I feel I've been hung upside down. You turned me around, just a fool about you. .
Here I am flying. Looking down at mother earth below. Above me only blue skies. Below me is a cotton candy world. . Here I am dreaming. Plane I'm on flies gently as a bird.
Fat man at the window. Bet you know why. Fat man at the window. Nobody wants to buy. Fat man, fat man, fat man. Nobody wants to know him. Fat man. . Fat man at the mirror.
Fast cars,. She lives at the best hotels. . Big stars,. She knows them all so well. . Lost loves,. She's had more than just a few. . Wrong moves,. She can afford more than you.
If you've never had no one. Take the word of a fallen angel. If you never been no where. Take the word of a fallen angel. If you've ever been lonely. Take the word of a fallen angel.
Expect no mercy. . If you're ready for the street. You wanna mix it in some fight. Let me tell you somethin'. I don't wanna get you uptight. But if you're in a corner.
No feeling when you told me goodbye. No reason when you're living a lie. Don't tell me what I already know. I'm living memories of long ago. I fool myself, I deny it all.