I’m sittin’ in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought’s escapin’
Home where my music’s playin’
Home where my love lies waitin’
Silently for me
Casey leaves the underground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that’s on his bone
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can to keep from goin’ home
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Let it roll down the highway
Let it roll down the highway
Roll, roll
You love me while I’m here
Then you can miss me when I’m gone
Sweet misunderstanding
Won’t you leave a poor boy alone
I’m the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone
Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
Put on my blue suede shoes and I
Boarded a plane
Touched down in the land of the delta blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Hanley would shoot down over me
Yeah, I’ve got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy could be
Then I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just a wrote me a letter
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Touchin’ down in New England town
Feel the heat comin’ down
I’ve got to keep on keepin’ on
You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin’ around
And I’m goin’ with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don’t want to get caught up in any of that
Funky shit goin’ down in the city
Downtown
Where the cabs don’t stop
Downtown
Where the food is slop
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop
in the snow
Down on Skid Row
Just a small-town girl living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl who’s been waitin’ for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Leading me to going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
He said, “Now you just fought one heck of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right to kill me now
And I wouldn’t blame you if you do
But you ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya gut and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I’m the son of a bitch that named you Sue”
What could I do?
Well, I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
I called him my pa, and he called me his son
Come away with a different point of view
I got a girl named Sue
She knows just what to do
I got a girl named Sue
She knows just what to do
She rocks to the east, she rocks to the west
But she’s the girl that I love best
Tutti frutti, oh rooty
Tutti frutti, oh rooty, whoo
Tutti frutti, oh rooty
Tutti frutti, oh rooty
Tutti frutti, oh rooty
A wop bop-b-luma b-lop bam bom
I stroke it to the east
And I stroke it to the west
And I stroke it to the woman that I love the best
I be strokin’
Strokin’ – Clarence Carter
-“BB”-
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide
Keep your contributions by your side and
Stroke me, stroke me
Could be a winner boy you move mighty well
Stroke me, stroke me (stroke)
Stroke me, stroke me
You got your number down
Stroke me, stroke me
Say you’re a winner but babe, you’re just a sinner now
You put your left hand in
You pull your left hand out
You put your left hand in
And you shake it all about
Oh, mama, shake your tail feather!
(Heh heh heh hehhhh)