Hello
I must be going
For I just came to say
I must be going
I’m glad I came
But just the same
I must be going.
Go on now, go!
Walk out the door!
Just turn around now!
'Cause you aren’t welcome anymore!
Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door
Somebody’s knockin’, should I let him in?
Lord, it’s the Devil, would you look at him?
I’ve heard about him, but I never dreamed
He’d have blue eyes and blue jeans.
Don’t you know there ain’t no Devil?
That’s just God when he’s drunk.
And what about this Bacchus,
Who lives just to raise a ruckus?
Loosens women so they’ll fuck us,
Well, that’s good enough for me!
I met a gin soaked bar-room queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
It’s the last ride
My little game is over
It’s the last ride
It’s time to take me home
She’s got a ticket to ride
She’s got a ticket to ri-i-ide
She’s got a ticket to ride
And she don’t care!
People, get ready.
There’s a train a comin’.
You don’t need no ticket,
You just get on board.
Good night, America, how are you?
I say don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
And I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin’ cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.
hear the train a comin’
It’s rolling round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when,
I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on
But that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Antone…
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry…
Little red caboose, chug, chug, chug,
Little red caboose, chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose behind the train, train, train, train
Smokestack on its back, back, back, back
Coming down the track, track, track, track
Little red caboose behind the train.
Trouble ahead, a lady in red
Take my advice, you’d be better off dead
Switchman’s sleepin’ and Train 102
Is on the wrong track and heading for you
The lady in red
Is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There’s nobody here
It’s just you and me
Heaven
I’m in heaven
And the cares
That hung around me
Through the week
Seem to vanish
Like a gamblers
Lucky streak
When we’re out together
Dancing cheek to cheek
Luck, be a lady tonight!
Thirteen’s my lucky number,
To you it means stay inside.
Black cat done crossed my path,
No reason to run and hide.
You’re looking through a cracked mirror.
No one really knows the reason why.
Your enemies are gettin’ nearer.
Gonna hang down your head and cry…
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer, Superstition ain’t the way