I was born by a river in a little tent, And just like this river, I've been running ever since. It's been a too long, too long-time a-coming, But I know
Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me? This is the craziest party that could ever be
'll search for one another 'Til the world ends You know we all live for once Using is a part of living your life Daylight always follows the night Looking
I know the desert can't hold all the love That I feel in my heart for you, If I could spell it out across the sea, I know my love would cover it up.
As it slowly rambles on and on. No need in bringing em back Cause they've never really gone. Just an old fashioned love song Coming down in three part
a child can understand That this is the law of all the land, all the land The world is black, the world is white It turns by day and then by night A
Free like a bird as it flies, Free like an old man that dies, Just like a stream or a rose growing wild, Somewhere there's someone walkin' the road Somewhere
You've got your head up in the air Act like you don't even care When I tell ya I'll be there Come on, stop what your doin to me. Circle for a landing
Well I know she's a tracker, any scarlet would back her And they say she's a chooser, but I just can't refuse her She was just there, but then she can
Well my doctor told me beware I'm taking more than my share Falling in love I can bear Provided that loving affair But he don't know about you And all
Seems the songs we're singing All about tomorrow, Tunes of promises that you can't keep. Every moment bringing Love I can only borrow, Telling me lies
Well you are Such an easy evil such a sensuous sin Sometimes I don't know where I'm goin' 'til I been taken in such an easy evil Such a promise of fun
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be. Steel and concrete closing in on me. City faces haunt the places i roam alone. Cowboy, cowboy, can't run
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Freedom for the stallion, freedom for the mare and her colt, Freedom for the baby child who has not grown old enough to vote. Lord, have mercy, what
Seems I've got to have a change in scene Every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it should have been Left here on my own or so
where I will go You say that you love me, and maybe you do There's nothing that matters or anything new I've been through a million trips in the night
Air pollution, revolution, you know I've had my fill. Advertisin', computerizin', don't understand it and I never will. Got to get back to some good
