White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on.
Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile
Is nothing but electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She’s a part of a colorful time
Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes
You wear 'cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You’re my plastic fantastic lover
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming…
Sounds of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
-“BB”-
And the sign said
“Long-haired freaky people need not apply”
So I tucked my hair up under my hat
And I went in to ask him why
He said, “You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat, I said, “Imagine that! Huh! Me workin’ for you!”
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, “Who owns this car
With the peace sign, and the mag wheels, and four on the floor?”
Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I’d just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Just when I thought I’d get out of there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin’ in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
And I was almost to the door, when the biggest one
Said, “You tip your hat to this lady son!”
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
Thought I’d stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
There at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Mama, just killed a man
Put my gun against his head
Pulled the trigger, now he’s dead
And I turned twenty-one in prison doin’ life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Yes, I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin’
I hang my head and cry
Train whistle blowing makes a sleepy noise
Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys
Rocking rolling riding out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown many miles away
Down the mountainside
To the coastline
Past the angry tide
The mighty diesel whines
And the tunnel comes
And the tunnel goes
Round another bend
The giant drivers roll
And I’ve been riding on a ghost train
Where the cars, they scream and slam
And I don’t know where I’ll be tonight
But I’ll always tell you where I am
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door
I got five more miles to go now
Over the hill just around the bend, huh
Although my feet are tired
I can’t lose my stride
I got to get to my baby again
Run to me whenever you’re lonely (to love me)
Run to me if you need a shoulder
Now and then, you need someone older,
So darling, you run to me.
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
'65, I was 17 and running up 101
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on
Running on (running on empty)
Running on (running blind)
Running on (running into the sun)
But I’m running behind
Summertime in Virginia was a oven
All the kids eating ice cream with their cousins
I was studyin’ while you was playing the dozens
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
Runnin’ from the man runnin’ from the badge
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
Runnin’ toward our plans and the judges hands
Don’t act like you was there when you wasn’t
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry