Sooner or later you’re gonna be comin’ around
I betcha, I betcha that I catch ya,
You wait and see.
One way or another, I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Another bride,
Another groom,
Another sunny honeymoon,
Another season,
Another reason
For making whoopee.
Tell it to me slowly,
Tell you what I really want to know,
It’s the time of the season for loving.
These are our roots and it’s our way
We grow, we reap and sow
We reap and sow the seasons of our day
Within the heart of all things born that day
The Autumn scene brings the Winter’s way
Colors are shading
Misting and fading
Turning toward
Changes, living
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Through autumn’s golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now,
'Cause you’re not here…
When all the leaves have fallen and turned to dust
Will we remain entrenched within our ways?
Indifference, the plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs in the shapes of things to come.
Tomorrow’s child is the only child.
You are the crown of creation
You are the crown of creation
And you’ve got no place to go
Soon you’ll attain the stability you strive for
In the only way that it’s granted:
In a place among the fossils of our time
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember the Pueblo.
Endless realms of faded dreams
Lie stranded with the truth
We climb upon the wind of change
We say “You know the joke’s on you”
Strange days
Incredible days
Bring all my children to me
Strange ways
Incredible ways
On a dark star’s endless journey
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Billie Holiday
There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Mississippi,
I’ve been kinda down,
‘Cause it’s been such a long time
Since I’ve seen old Jackson town.
I could be on the other side of the world,
But in my memory, all I can see
Is Spanish moss hangin’ from a live oak tree.
(in memory of Charlie Daniels, who passed away yesterday)
-“BB”-
We got married in a fever
Hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talking 'bout Jackson,
Ever since the fire went out
Yeah, I’m going to Jackson
Gonna mess around…
Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married,
Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married.
Gee, I really love you,
And we’re gonna get married,
Goin’ to the chapel of love.
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the Temple of Love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the Temple of Love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lover’s eyes
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I’m just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
Every time I think that I’m the only one who’s lonely
Someone calls on me.
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me.
And then along comes Mary,
And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories?
-“BB”-