We were born to go
We’re never turning back
We were born to go
And leave a burning track
We were born to go
And leave no star unturned
We were born to grow
We were born to run
Wish I was back on the Bayou
Rollin’ with some Cajun Queen
Wishin’ I were a fast freight train
I’m just a-chooglin’ on down to New Orleans
Born on the Bayou
Born on the Bayou
Well, I thought I’d been loved but I never had
'Til I was wrapped in the arms of a Mississippi man
When he holds me close it feels almost
Like another hurricane just a-ripped the coast
If he can’t come to me I’ma gonna go to him
That Mississippi River, Lord, I’m gonna swim
Hey, Louisiana woman, Mississippi man
We’ll get together every time we can
The Mississippi River can’t keep us apart
There’s too much love in this Mississippi heart
Too much love in this Louisiana heart
The Mississippi Delta
Was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War
I’m going to Graceland, Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
Hey, hey, Uncle Dud
It’s a treat to beat your feet
On the Mississippi Mud.
It’s a treat to beat your feet
On the Mississippi Mud.
Just as happy as a cow
Chewin’ on a cud
When the people beat their feet
On the Mississippi Mud.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
A Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash (written by Shel Silverstein)
Now Sidney was a greaser, with some nasty roots
He poured a pint of Guinness over Benny’s boots
Benny looked at Sidney, Sidney stared right back in his eye
Sidney chose a switchblade, and Benny got a cold meat pie
Oh! What a terrible sight, much to the people’s delight
One hell of a fight
Sidney grabbed a hatchet, buried it in Benny’s head
The people gasped as he bled
The end of a Ted
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of ‘75
From the high to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn’t go back to
The greasers
The best they could do was
Pick up their pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That’s all I heard about
Brenda and Eddie
Can’t tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin’ Brenda
And Eddie goodbye
It’s not easy
Nothin’ to say 'cause it’s already said
It’s never easy
When I look on in your eyes then I find that I’ll do fine
When I look on in your eyes then I’ll do better
I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry ever after
Seventy-four, seventy-five
Givin’ me more and I’ll define
'Cause you’re really only after
Seventy-four, seventy-five
We’ll lay back and observe the constellations
And watch the moon smilin’ bright
I’ll play the radio on southern stations
Cause southern belles are hell at night
You say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss
Class of seven four gold ring
The eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss
To make the tide rise again
Do you remember
Back in 1966?
Country Jesus, hillbilly blues
Where I got my licks
From coast to coast and line to line
In every county there
Talking 'bout that outlaw X
He’s cutting through the air
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It’s a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, “Na, na, la, na, na, la”
He kept her letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single “I love you”
I went to see him just today
Oh, but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years
Weren’t you at the Coke convention back in 1965?
You’re the misbred, grey executive that I’ve seen heavily advertised
You’re the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen’s buttons clean
You’re the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You’re nearly a good laugh, almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig pen,
Saying, " Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mire
You’re nearly a laugh
You’re nearly a laugh,
But you’re really a cry.
Have you seen the little piggies crawling in the dirt?
And for all the little piggies, life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in
Have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts?
You will find the bigger piggies stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in
Hey pig
Yeah you
Hey pig piggy pig pig pig
All of my fears came true
Black and blue and broken bones
You left me here, I’m all alone
My little piggy needed something new
Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby’s in black and I’m feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?
You always said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
I go back to black
Black is black.
I want my baby back.
It’s grey, it’s grey,
Since she went away, oh, oh…
Black is Black — Los Bravos
-“BB”-