I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight.
I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
I been good to you, baby, please, don’t leave me alone, whoa
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
The crops we grew last summer weren’t enough to pay the loans
Couldn’t buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
Ain’t that America
Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses
For you and me
Rockin’ in the U.S.A.
He rocks in the tree tops all day long,
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song.
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glow
Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days,
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as they gaze…
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don’t need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles
That’s where you’ll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you’re my home
Take me to the river, drop me in the water,
Push me in the river, dip me in the water,
Washing me down, washing me.
O sisters, let’s go down,
Let’s go down, come on down
O sisters, let’s go down
Down in the river to pray
Everybody praying
And everybody saying
But when come time to do
Everybody’s laying
Just talking 'bout, “Don’t worry”
They say, “Don’t worry”
Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Well Bob is in the livin’ room holdin’ hands with Sue
Nicky’s at that big front door, vowin’ to come on through
Well I’m here in the closet, oh lord what shall I do
We’re worried now but we won’t be worried long
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
Why I am so nervous?
Please explain to me why I can’t sleep
I close my eyes to shelter
In the dark I try to hide
If you leave me on my own
I’m worried I could lose my way
Golden slumbers fill your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, little darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am, I’m only sleeping