Bonnie and Clyde
They lived a lot together
And finally, together
They died
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died
Oooh, what a lucky man he was
Conquistador, there is no time
I must pay my respects
Though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regrets
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no only all
Though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives
“Forward!” he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
The general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
“Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words?”
The poster bearer cried
“Listen, son,” said the man with the gun
“There’s room for you inside”
Out of the way, it’s a busy day
I’ve got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
Now the valley swore with anger
“Mount your horses, draw your swords!”
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just rewards
Now stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
“Peace on Earth,” was all it said
Let there be peace on Earth
And let it begin with me
When I gaze into the night skies and see the works of Your fingers
The moon and stars suspended in space
Oh, what is man that You are mindful of him?
You have given man a crown of glory and honor
And have made him a little lower than the angels
You have put him in charge of all creation
The beasts of the field, the birds of the air, the fish of the sea
But what is man that You are mindful of him?
You all, everybody
You all, everybody
Acting like you’re stupid people
Wearing expensive clothes
And when he does his little rounds
'Round the boutiques of London Town
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends
'Cause he’s a dedicated follower of fashion
Her folks, they said, our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
Oh, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
I don’t worry
Whenever skies are gray above
Got a pocketful of rainbows
Got a heart full of love
Mister Heartache
I’ve found a way to make him leave
Got a pocketful of rainbows
Got a star up in my sleeve
When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
“There’s only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti”
I’d go the whole wide world
I’d go the whole wide world just to find her
When the whole wide world’s against you
And you’re standing in the rain
When all your friends have let you down
And treat you with disdain
When the whole wide world’s against you
And that’s got you on the run
And you think the party’s over
But it’s only just, only just begun
We’ve only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way
We’ve only begun
Before the rising sun we fly
So many roads to choose
We start out walking and learn to run
And yes, we’ve just begun
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over just the two of us
Working together day to day
Together
Day by day
Day by day
Oh Dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
Day by day
Day by day
Just a closer walk with thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Daily walking close to thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be
Woah come with me now
I’m gonna take you down
Woah come with me now
I’m gonna show you how