Yea give a listen, cause I was born lonely Down by the riverside, Learned to spin fortune wheels And throw dice. I was just thirteen When I had to leave
There's fire in your touch Honey in your words You whisper things Like I've never heard Thone gold in your hair Most precious anywhere Your lips on mine
If you ever wonder how I'll be. Call on me, now. I told myself better than Anyone that I see Ain't no mean woman Ever gonna let me be no... If you ever
Don't ya wanna rock and roll? Don't ya wanna free your soul? Don't ya wanna rock tonite? Don't ya wanna feel alright? Just listen to me We'll try and
Oh we'll fly in on the spring breeze, shoutin dreams from the smile on our face. On flyin horses came the Oak trees showin unity to the human race. Our
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt
had a lunch of cheese. And sly fox did smell it in the breeze The fox looked up and sweetly spoke O Raven, on your perch of oak. Your coat is black
When troubles got you down And sorrow's all around If you think your loves all been in vain Just cry to end the pain Please keep the faith, we need it
Someone is waitin' there for me. Oh, Yeah! Someone who's been reading what I say. Yeah She's waiting for the reason. I can't live without her. She's
Spring days to summer days the heat wave is here let's run free you and me it's that time of the year Birds swoon and flowers bloom it's time to mate
We're just what you need good solid wood. You'd a done it for us if you only could. We're your power to make evil curl, together we'll make and shape
You look at me and all you see is muscle and bone You sure I must be stoned Think you're being strong Standin' all alone Goin' thru inspection I can see
There's a girl that I recall In the hills of Arkansas Her eyes were green, her eyes were brown She had the prettiest eyes around Then we walked And the
from hell And he let out with a hairy yell He jumped in bed with his Maw and Paw And he told 'em that The devil was in Arkansas And he told 'em he'd
Television telephone Tell 'em all they're not alone Teletype telegraph Tell 'em all to make 'em laugh Teleport tell 'em short Tell the blues in the news
I'm down on Bourbon Street again, down in that quarter of sin, standin' on a corner where I used to stand, down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man
They call us rough, gaudy and crude ain't got no edicate, ain't got no cuth we got our own way to see the truth why should we complicate and lose our
Work all day, party all night tryin our best just to make things right the stars are turnin and the world is burnin this fire's just a justice flight