Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
It’s home from work we go.
Hey I’m not complainin’ ‘cause I really need the work
Hittin’ up my buddy’s got me feelin’ like a jerk
Hundred dollar car note, two hundred rent
I get a check on Friday, but it’s all ready spent
If you want it, here it is,
Come and get it,
But you better hurry, cause it’s going fast!
I come home last Friday, talk to the woman that I lost my job
She says don’t confront me an’ so I have my rent next Friday
An’ next Friday come, I didn’t have the rent an’ out the door I went
Mama take this badge from me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
Feels like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door
Mother you had me,
But I never had you…
Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock and roll.
Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock and roll.
When evening rolls around and it’s time to go to town, where do you go?
To rock and roll?
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
(He rich) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken, any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live
Momma said “Don’t hurry love”
You just have to wait
Love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take…
Got to pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues
And you know it don’t come easy
You don’t have to shout or leap about
You can even play them easy
Take It easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-oh-one
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on
Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I’m running behind
You hope that she will change her mind
But the days drift on and on
You’ll never know the reason why she’s gone
Empty rooms
Where we learn to live without love
In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment
He had white horses,
And ladies by the score,
All dressed in satin,
And waiting by the door.
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was…
Luck, be a Lady tonight…
Touch me and my troubles all fade
She wears her satins like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she says “Maybe, baby”
She takes you down and drives you wild
Everybody says she’s lookin’ good
And the lady knows it’s understood
Strutter
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end.
Letters I’ve written,
Never meaning to send.
Please Mr.Postman,
Look and see, if there’s a letter in your bag for me…