| Lyrics | Song | Album (First Release) |
| They walked along by the old canal / A little confused, I remember well | |
| I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind / I’m no pig without a wig, I hope you treat me kind | |
| Everybody get ready to lift your glasses and sing / Well, I’m standin’ on the table, I’m proposing a toast to the King | |
| In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched / With faces hidden while the walls were tightening | |
| I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town / I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down | |
| There was music in the cafés at night / And revolution in the air | |
| But if you want me to, I can be just like you / An’ pretend that we never have touched | |
| Let me know, babe, about my fortune / Down along my restless palms | |
| But to live outside the law, you must be honest / I know you always say that you agree | |
| I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame / And every time I pass that way I always hear my name | |
| Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there / With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair | |
| A crash on the highway flew the car to a field / Turn, turn, turn again | |
| Seems like I been down this way before / Is there any truth in that, (title)? | |
| You know it balances on your head / Just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine | |
| How many times must a man look up / Before he can see the sky? | |
| If your time to you is worth savin’ / Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone | |
| Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy / I could stay with you forever and never realize the time | |
| Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much / She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch | |
| And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart / She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart | |
| But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate / So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late” | |
| Queen Mary, she’s my friend / Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again | |
| Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass / Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass | |
| Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains / They’re getting ready for the feast | |
| In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand / At the mongrel dogs who teach | |
| You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds / Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister | |
| They’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car / They’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar | |
| It’s the last temptation, the last account / The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount | |
| I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by / Things I never meant nor wished to say | |
| I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet / But guarding fumes and making haste, it ain’t my cup of meat | |
| Ain’t it hard when you discover that / He really wasn’t where it’s at | |
| Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say / To try and make me change my mind and stay | |
| Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose / Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes | |
| His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean / And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen | |
| Kick your shoes off, do not fear / Bring that bottle over here | |
| I see my light come shining / From the west unto the east | |