Opening Lyrics - '70s Edition

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Living easy, living free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be. Taking everything in my stride.
Every time that I look in the mirror, all these lines on my face gettin' clearer. The past is gone. It went by like dusk to dawn.
Well we got no choice. All the girls and boys makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys. Well we can't salute you, can't find a flag. If that don't suit you, that's a drag.
Crossroads seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast, knowing many, loving none, bearing sorrow, having fun. But back home he'll always run...
Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatles song, 'Love Me Do,' I think it was. From there it didn't take him long.
I remember all my life, raining down as cold as ice, a shadow of a man. A face through a window crying in the night. The night goes into morning. Just another day.
Well you can tell by the way I use my walk: I'm a woman's man, no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born.
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain. We all have sorrow. But, if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday. The regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin.
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind. People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time.
Mama, take this badge off of me. I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see.
I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds. Tight pants points hardly reknown. She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes and points all her own sitting way up high.
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines.
Now that I've lost everything to you, you say you wanna start something new, and it's breakin' my heart you're leavin'. Baby, I'm grievin'.
Mother told me, yes, she told me, I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, 'Stay away, you never know what you'll catch.'
Some folks are born made to wave the flag. Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord.
We all came out to Montreux on the Lake Geneva shoreline to make records with a mobile. We didn't have much time.
A long, long time ago... I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas rising up through the air, up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light.
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight. Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then.
I've been on tenterhooks ending in dirty looks, listening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this and that.
When I was young, I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are gone.
Loving you isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel? If I could, maybe I'd give you my world. How can I when you won't take it from me?
First I was afraid. I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong.
My child arrived just the other day. He came to the world in the usual way. But there were planes to catch and bills to pay. He learned to walk while I was away.
You went to school to learn, girl, things you never, never knew before, like 'I' before 'E' except after 'C' and why two plus two makes four.
Well the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town. And if you go down there you better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown
Almost heaven. West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains. Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains. Growin' like a breeze.
I close my eyes only for a moment and the moment's gone. All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
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On a warm summers evening on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep.
I met her in a club down in old Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola. C-O-L-A, cola.
Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the Southland. I miss Alabamy once again, and I think it's a sin.
I've been really tryin', baby. Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long. And if you feel like I feel, baby, then come on. Oh, come on.
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight. There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye and a blade shining oh so bright.
Where it began, I can't begin to knowin'. But then I know it's growin' strong. Was in the spring, then spring became the summer. Who'd have believed you'd come along?
In a place you only dream of, where your soul is always free, silver stages, golden curtains, filled my head plain as could be.
Your love is like a tidal wave spinning over my head drowning me in your promises better left unsaid. You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy.
Shadows grow so long before my eyes and they're moving across the page. Suddenly, the day turns into night far away from the city.
The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass. Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs. Got to keep the loonies on the path.
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea. Another lonely day with no one here but me. More loneliness than any man could bear. Rescue me before I fall into despair.
I've paid my dues time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime.
Hey, ho. Let's go. Hey, ho. Let's go. Hey, ho. Let's go. Hey, ho. Let's go. They're forming in straight line. They're going through a tight wind. The kids are losing their minds.
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show with some smart-ass New York Jew. And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox, and the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too.
There is unrest in the forest; there is trouble with the trees. For the maples want more sunlight, and the oaks ignore their pleas.
I am an Antichrist. I am an anarchist. Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it. I wanna destroy the passer-by.
When you're weary, feeling small, when tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. I'm on your side when times get rough and friends just can't be found.
The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass. The cowboys take positions in the bushes and the grass. The squaw is with the corporal. She is tied against the tree.
Well I don't know why I came here tonight. I got the feeling that something ain't right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs.
Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Some call me the Gangster of Love. Some people call me Maurice 'cause I speak of the pompitous of love.
I'm sailing away. Set an open course for the virgin sea. 'Cause I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me.
Well, you're dirty and sweet, clad in black. Don't look back, and I love you. You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah.
Good bye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we've climbed hills and trees, learned of love and ABC's.
Guess who just got back today. Them wild-eyed boys that had been away haven't changed, haven't much to say. But man, I still think them cats are crazy.
Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town. There's no need to be unhappy.
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals. I get my back into my living. I don't need to fight to prove I'm right. I don't need to be forgiven.
Once I was a funky singer playin' in a rock and roll band. I never had no problems burnin' down them one night stands.
Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever. Never seeing no one nice again like you, Mama. You, Mama. You.
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace and rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace and achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar.
Well I hear it's fine if you got the time and the ten to get yourself in. And I hear it's tight most every night, but now I might be mistaken.

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