Standing on the beach with a gun in my hand, I’m staring at the sea, staring at the sand. I’m staring down the barrel at the the arab on the ground. I can see his open mouth but I hear no sound.
Yeah? Well, I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
You too? I was born the son of a lawless man. Always spoke my mind with a gun
in my hand. Lived nine lives, gunned down ten. Gonna ride like the wind.
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name. “If you want to save your soul from hell a’ ridin’ on our range. Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride, a-tryin’ to catch the Devil’s herd across these endless skies.” Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o. Ghost riders in the sky.
I thought the Devil went down to Georgia because he was lookin’ for a soul to steal.
Girl, ya gotta love your man, take him by the hand. Make him understand. The world on you depends. Our life will never end, gotta love your man, yeah.
Riders on the storm, yah know? Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown. Like a dog without a bone, or an actor out alone. We’re riders on the storm.
< I wasn’t clever enough to work in the squirming like a toad line. Sorry. >
Hey, hey, hey you know that feels so fine. I want to love you all the time. I’m gonna steal your heart away, steal your heart away. I’m gonna steal your heart away. No more will it stray, steal your heart away.
What should I care about about your other man? I just want to love you As much as I can.
A man?
Jesse James was a man who killed many a man. He robbed the Glendale train. He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, he’d a hand and a heart and a brain. Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life, three children, they were brave; But the dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard has laid Jesse James in his grave.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. With 4 hungry children, and a crop in the field!
I’m hungry for the good life, baby. Hungry through and through. I hungry for the sweet things, baby, with a real fine girl like you.
One look at you and I can’t disguise my hungry eyes.
Just one look? That’s all it took?
Slut!
But wait! My eyes adored you. Though I never laid a hand on you my eyes adored you. Like a million miles away from me you couldn’t see how I adored you.
So close, so close and yet so far.
But you called me a stalker.
Yes, but always remember, the answer in blowin’ in the wind.
“Preview is my friend, preview is my friend.” (repeat 100 times)
“the answer IS blowin’ in the wind.”
But will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with this crutch, this old age and its wisdom, it whispers, “no, this will be the last.”
And the wind…cries…“Mary…”
I thought they called the wind Mariah.
And then along comes Mary. And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick and give me pick of memories, or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations no one ever sees.
Mary, Mary, where you going to? Mary, Mary, can I come to?
(Or the 90s alternative)
Mary, Mary, why you buggin’? Mary, Mary, I need some lovin’!
Hey, do you know where you’re goin’ to? Do you like the things that life is showin’ you? Where are you goin’ to? Do you know? Do you know?