Yeah runnin’ down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin’ on a mystery, goin’ wherever it leads
Runnin’ down a dream
You ain’t got no worry
You just been lonely too long
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin’
It keeps you runnin’, yeah, it keeps you runnin’
It keeps you runnin’, yeah, it keeps you runnin’
Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I’m running behind
I’m leaving you, don’t make no fuss
You won’t even see me, oh no, for dust
I’m running with the pack
Running with the pack
I’m going to Jackson,
Let-a-loose-a-my coat,
Oh I’m going to Jackson,
Goodbye, is all she wrote…
Hang on loosely
Don’t let go
If you cling too tightly
You’re gonna lose control
Hang on Sloopy,
Sloppy hang on…
I met her on the mountain, there I took her life
Met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain,
She’ll be coming round the mountain,
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Life is like a mountain railroad
Like runaway trains.
Cling to the Father and his holy name,
And don’t go riding on that long black train…
Good morning, America,
How are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans,
And I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Jay Gould’s daughter said before she died,
Papa, fix the blinds so the bums can’t ride.
If ride they must, let 'em ride the rods,
They can put their trust in the hands of God.
Lord I was born a ramblin’ man,
Trying to make a livin’ and doing the best I can…
When it comes to leavin’ I hope you’ll understand, I was born a ramblin’ man…
Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune wheels, and throw dice
And I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn’t stick around, I had to roam
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at the morning driving rain
But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right. I’m Jumpin’ Jack Flash
It’s a gas, gas, gas
You are
Like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye
These eyes, are crying.
These eyes have seen a lot of loves,
But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you.
She’s got Bette Davis eyes…