She’s got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten 'til the lake pipes roar
And if that ain’t enough to make you flip your lid
There’s one more thing, I got the pink slip, daddy
We’ll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, woah, keep talking)
A fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I’ll get the money, I’ll kill to get the money)
With a four-speed on the floor, they’ll be waitin’ at the door
You know that it ain’t shit, we’ll be gettin’ lots of tit, greased lightnin’
(Go go go, go go go go go go go go)
When I see lips beggin’ to be kissed (stop)
I can’t stop (stop) – I can’t stop (stop)
Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again
Lightning Strikes – Lou Christie
-“BB”-
Hound bark on the track
Hound crow hold onto your hat
Lightning won, lightning won
The lowlands, timberlands, badlands, birdlands
Oh, oh ooh oh
Oh, oh ooh oh
Oh, oh ooh oh
Oh, oh ooh oh
I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, lowlands away, my John,
I dreamed a dream the other night,
My lowlands away.
I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you and me
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” says he
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried
Don’t cry for me, Argentina
The truth is, I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance
Don’t Cry for Me Argentina. Madonna
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
It don’t mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
It makes no difference if it’s sweet or hot
Just keep that rhythm, give it evething you got
Sittin’ in the porch swing
Listenin’ to the light rain
Beatin’ on the tin roof
Baby, just a-me and you
Rockin’ with the rhythm of the rain
Slide on over
Baby, hold me closer
Movin’ to and fro
Just swayin’ like a slow freight train
Rockin’ with the rhythm of the rain
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain (ahh)
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been (pitter patter, rap-tap-tap)
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain (ahh)
And let me be alone again (pitter patter, rap-tap-tap)
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
Want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you?
Sdeah reiht edih dna nur yeht
Semoc niar eht fi
(Rain)
Niar
(Rain)
Senihs nus
Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
Rain
Wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love’s coming down like
Rain
Only love can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers layin’ in the fields
Wash away my troubles
Wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow
Wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala
How high’s the water, mama?
Two feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s two feet high and risin’
Well, we can make it to the road in a homemade boat
‘Cause that’s the only thing we got left that’ll float
It’s already over all the wheat and oats
Two feet high and risin’