I was born
I was born to sing for you
I didn’t have a choice but to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to
I give you back my voice
From the womb my first cry, it was a joyful noise
Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar
Everytime I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong,
So I’ll have to say “I love you” in a song.
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin’ down in 3-part harmony
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I’m sure they wrote for you and me
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast.
The day that music died.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
“oh my my, oh my my, can you boogie, can you slide?
Oh my my, oh my my, you can boogie if you try.
Oh my my, oh my my, it’s guaranteed to keep you alive.”
Yes Sir
Already told you in the first verse
And in the chorus
But I will give you one more chance.
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start.
But I would rather you let me give my heart.
To Sir With Love.
Yes Sir, no Sir
Please let me die Sir
I think this life is affecting my brain
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well I’m not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don’t last
Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I’ll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don’t be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
‘Cause I’m leavin’ in the morning
And I must see you again.
We’ll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home.
There’s all the news to tell him, how’d you spend your time
What’s the latest thing the neighbors say
And your mother called last Friday, “Sunshine” made her cry
You felt the baby move just yesterday
Hey it’s good to be back home again - yes it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend
Yes ’n’ hey, it’s good to be back home again
Take me home, country roads.
To the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma.
Take me home, country roads.
I’m tired of layin’ back, hangin’ around,
I’m gonna catch that train, then I’ll be city bound.
I ain’t no country boy, I’m just a homesick man.
I’m gonna hit the grit just as fast as I can.
I’ll get off on Main Street, step into the crowd,
Sidewalk under my feet, traffic’s good and loud.
When I see my inner city child, I’ll be walkin’ on a cloud.
Cause I’m a fool for the city!
I’m a fool for the city!
Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the heart of it
New York, New York
Many years since I was here, on the street I was passing my time away
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It’s outta sight in the dead of night.
Here I am, again in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you’d better believe
I’m back! Back in the New York groove!
Remember New York
Staring outside
As reckless winter made its way
From Staton Island to the Upper West Side
Whiting out our streets along the way
And the snow is coming down
On our New England town
And it’s been falling all day long
What else is new
What can I do
But sing this valley winter song
I wrote for you
Please come to Boston,
but she said, No.
She said I think I’ll go to Boston…
I think I’ll start a new life,
I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I’ll get out of California, I’m tired of the weather,
I think I’ll get a lover and fly him out to Spain…
Oh yeah and I think I’ll go to Boston.
Heads Carolina, tails, California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.