I can’t stop loving you…
I’ve made up my mind
To live in memories of the lonesome time…
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, things don’t run we
Don’t take nothing from nobody
It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can screw who we want
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
But Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he’s supposed to be mine?
It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
You would cry too, if it happened to you
One day you’re up, then you turn around
You find your world is tumbling down
It happened to me, and it can happen to you
Honey, got no money
I’m all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now baby, I’m the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, I can’t stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice
Now baby
Snake eyes
Seven eleven
Don’t let me down tonight
No don’t let me down tonight
Just one minute more
Then I’ll walk right through that door
It’s gonna be alright, It’s gonna be alright
The game never ends
when your whole world depends
on the turn of a friendly card
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you’ll never find another honest man.
Honesty is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you
I love you
I honestly love you
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow…
Helpless
You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a little ghost for the offering, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This time this is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
The time to rise has been engaged
You’re better best to rearrange
I’m talkin’ here to me alone
I listen to the finest worksong
I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else
If I’m not right for me
I gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I’ve gotta be me
And freedom’s just another word
For nothing left to lose
Monday, nothing
Tuesday, nothing
Wednesday and Thursday nothing
Friday, for a change
a little more nothing
Saturday once more nothing
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate