| Lyric | Album |
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| Mother, mother, there are far too many of you crying. | |
| Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low. | |
| You know the day destroys the night. | |
| Born down in a dead man town. | |
| Standin' by your window in pain, a pistol in your hand. | |
| Chain, chain, chain! (Chain, chain, chain!) | |
| Out here - in the fields - I fight for my meals. | |
| A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-lop-bop-bom! | |
| Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? | |
| Mother, you had me but I never had you. | |
| I'm rolling thunder, pourin' rain. | |
| Please allow me to introduce myself. | |
| I don't wanna kiss you, I don't wanna touch. | |
| My smile is stuck, I cannot go back t' yer frownland. | |
| Sunday morning; praise the dawning. | |
| (Bass!) How low can you go? (Death row!) | |
| Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today 2 get through this thing called 'life'. | |
| I am on a lonely road and I am traveling. | |
| I want to run, I want to hide. | |
| Ole man trouble, just leave me alone. | |
| Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine. | |
| A cheap holiday in other peoples' misery! | |
| Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC. | |
| Load up on guns, bring your friends. | |
| Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up. | |
| It's a boy, Mrs. Walker! | |
| Hey! Ho! Let's go! | |
| Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine. | |
| He's in love with rock n' roll, whoa! | |
| I know there's nothing to say; someone has taken my place. | |
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