Flowers are red, young man
Green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
I’m half crazy all for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
I don’t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want a tickle
'Cause I’d rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Roll, roll me away
I’m gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin’, gotta keep ridin’
Keep searchin’ till I find what’s right
You know that big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we’re rolling, rolling, rolling yeah
Rolling on the river
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse
That sends me down to the river
Though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride
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
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Well when I was just a baby, my mama told me, “Son,
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns.”
Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin’ I hang my head and cry.
My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey walls that surround me,
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we’ll walk at daybreak,
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Good morning to you, I hope you’re feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you free again
Writing this letter, hoping you’re OK
Sent to the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we’ll get to know each other for a second time
Then you can tell me about your prison stay
Well they’re building a gallows outside my cell I’ve got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town’s waiting just to hear me yell I’ve got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I’ve got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I’ve got 22 minutes to go
Last night there were four Marys
Tonight there’ll be but three.
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life.
Somewhere a queen is weeping,
Somewhere a king has no wife.
And the wind, it cries Mary
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
Then along comes a woman
There’s a change in the way that you’re feeling tonight
Then along comes a woman and you know that it’s right
She hates my mama
She hates my daddy too
She loves to tell me
She hates the things I do
She loves to lie beside me
Almost every night
She’s no lady she’s my wife
Everyday has been uphill
Oh, we climb but we can’t reach the top
I’m weak and I’m easily discouraged
She just smiles when I want to stop
Lips, that are weary but tender
With love, that strengthens my life
A saint, in a dress made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife