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A long, long time ago... I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight. Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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've paid my dues time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime. | |
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. | |
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. | |
Mama, take this badge off of me. I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see. | |
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. | |
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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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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? | |
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. | |
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 | |
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain. We all have sorrow. But, if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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