Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout a new way of walkin’
Do you want to lose your mind?
Walk right in, sit right down
Daddy, let your mind roll on
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Spring is here
A-suh-puh-ring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time
Of the year is the spring
I do, don’t you? 'Course you do
But there’s one thing
That makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday
A treat for me
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you’ll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
I’m sittin’ in my room,
I’m starin’ out my window
And I wonder where you’ve gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin’
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone
City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
I’m just tryin’ to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It’s true, I’m lost without you
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men’s store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
They brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream
On the boats and on the planes
They’re coming to America
Never looking back again
They’re coming to America
You called all the way from America
And said hang on to love girl
But the weeks and the months and the tears
Passed by
And my eyes couldn’t stand the strain
Of that promised love
All the way from America
Going 90 mph with her hair on fire
Running on a tank full of burning desire
She’s heading out old highway #29
Leaving Loachapoka Alambama behind
Leaving Loachapoka
I thought happiness was Lubbock Texas in my rearview mirror
My mama kept calling me home but I just did not want to hear her
Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams’ pain songs and
Newbury’s train songs and “Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain”
Out in Luckenbach, Texas, ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain
We’re just two little girls from Little Rock.
We lived on the wrong side of the tracks.
But the gentlemen friends who used to call,
They never did seem to mind at all.
They came to the wrong side of the tracks.
Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock,
So I up and left the pieces there.
Like a little lost lamb I roamed about,
I came to New York and I found out
That men are the same way everywhere.
Oh, once upon a time in Arkansas
An old man sat in his little cabin door
And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear
A jolly old tune that he played by ear.
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip’
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There’s a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She’s so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans
Well, way down yonder in New Orleans in the land of the dreamy scenes
There’s a Garden of Eden, ah, you know what I mean
Yeah, Creole babies with flashin’ eyes softly whisper with tender sighs
And then you stop
Oh won’t you give your lady fair a little smile
And then you stop
You bet your life you’ll linger there a little while
Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl, that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because her mama was a workin’ on the chain gang
My darlin’ New Orlins
My brawlin’ hometown
Your magnolia melancholy
How it sets me down
In corner bars
On streetcars
Hear that foghorn river sound
The big oaks
The old folks
Beards of moss, hangin’ down
Take a box
One that rocks
Take a blue horn
New Orleans born
You take a stick
With a lick
Take a bone
Ho ho, hold the phone
Good morning America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Kathy, I’m lost", I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America