Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door
Sitting round singing songs 'til the night turns into day
Used to sing to the mountains but the mountains washed away
Now I’m singing all my songs to the girl who won my heart
She is only three years old and it’s a real fine way to start.
Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee
Last time I saw Marie she’s waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee
But I just cant remember no number, a number I can use.
Directory dont have it, central done forgot it,
Ive gotta find a number to use.
Trying to check out her number, trying to run down her line.
Operator said thats privledged information,
And it aint no business of mine.
Operator
Give me information
Information
Give me long distance
Long distance
Give me heaven…
Hi, Nancy.
Hi, Helen. What’s the story, morning glory?
What’s the word, hummingbird?
Have you heard about Hugo and Kim?
Did you hear what she did to him?
Did you hear what they said?
Just a New York conversation
Rattling through my head
It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
In the islands where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
It’s just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there’s a strangeness in the air you feel too well
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On the border
On the border
On the border
In the shadow of the moon,
She danced in the starlight
Whispering a haunting tune
To the night…
Velvet skirts spun 'round and 'round
Fire in her stare
In the woods without a sound
No one cared…
Through the darkened fields entranced,
Music made her poor heart dance,
Thinking of a lost romance…
Long ago…
Feeling lonely, feeling sad,
She cried it the moonlight.
Driven by a world gone mad
She took flight…
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
I’m gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you ‘bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn’t bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet
For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I’d smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs
That I’d been pickin’
But I lit my first, and watched a small kid cussin’ at a can
That he was kickin’
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell
Of someone fryin’chickin
And it took me back to somethin’ that I had lost somehow,
Somewhere along the way
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me
And loving me tonight.
Loving you Sunday morning
You were on my mind love everyday
Loving you Sunday morning
Your love makes me fly so far away
I make you laugh,
And you make me cry.
I believe it’s time for me to fly.
Laugh in the sunshine
sing
cry in the dark
fly
through the night
Don’t cry now
Don’t you cry
Don’t you cry
anymore
lalalada
Sleep
in the stars
don’t you cry
dry your eyes
on the wind
lalalalala…
Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh’s army got drownded
O Mary don’t you weep
O Mary, don’t you weep, don’t mourn
O Mary, don’t you weep, don’t mourn
Pharaoh’s army get drownded
O Mary, don’t you weep
I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound
If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning,
I’d hammer in the evening all over this land.
I’d hammer out justice!
I’d hammer out freedom!
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
And nothin’ left was all she left to me
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee