I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan And sometimes I'm in the mood,
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. I was playing a show in Miami in the theater
Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can't answer him back I'm sure that he
Heart of mine be still, You can play with fire but you'll get the bill. Don't let her know Don't let her know that you love her. Don't be a fool, don
They ask me how I feel And if my love is real And how I know I'll make it through. And they, they look at me and frown, They'd like to drive me from
Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand And the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond." And the walls collide, Mona cries, And the rainman leaves
Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. Struck by
Well, that big dumb blonde With her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his
I got mixed up confusion Man, it's a-killin' me Well, there's too many people And they're all too hard to please Well, my hat's in my hand Babe, I'
You say you love me And you're thinkin' of me, But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me That you wanna hold me, But you know you're not that
Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down. All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town. She's five feet nine and she carries a
On a night like this So glad you came around, Hold on to me so tight And heat up some coffee grounds. We got much to talk about And much to reminisce
Bad news, bad news, Come to me where I sleep, Turn, turn, turn again. Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I been down this way before. Is there any truth in that,
Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock Made before the foundation of the world And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go And I can't let go,
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains, We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains, Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream, Time
