Now John at the bar is a friend of mine,
He gets me my drinks for free,
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke,
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be.
It was still September
When your daddy was quite surprised
To find you with the working girls in the county jail
I was smoking with the boys upstairs when I
Heard about the whole affair, I said oh no
William and Mary won’t do
Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I’m never going back
To my old school
They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that hot rod Lincoln!”
It was Christmas in prison;
The food was real good.
We had turkeys and pistols
Carved out of wood.
I turned 21 in prison doing life without parole,
No one could steer me right,
Man tried, Mama tried…
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own,
I don’t know when that road turned into the road I’m on.
Oh woman oh woman, oh you treat me so mean
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen
I guess if you say so
I’ll have to pack my things and go
That’s right
Hit the road Jack and don’t cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don’t cha come back
No more
So goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plow
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
By the dark of the moon I planted,
But there came an early snow.
There’s been a hoot-owl howling by my window now,
For six nights in a row.
She’s coming for me, I know,
And on Wildfire we’re both gonna go.
I went through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to get out of the rain,
In the desert you can remember your name,
For there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
But when the sun goes down
And the bright lights shine
My daytime has just begun
'Cause I’m a night owl honey, sleep all day long
I’m a nightowl honey, sleep all day long
Doesn’t matter where we are are are are
Doesn’t matter where we are are are are
Doesn’t matter, no
If there’s a moment when it’s perfect
We’ll carve our names as the sun goes down
Yeah
As the sun goes down
Yeah
We were, wash around me now
We were, wash around me now
As the sun goes down
Stayed in bed all mornin’ just to pass the time
There’s somethin’ wrong here, there can be no denyin’
One of us is changin’, or maybe we’ve just stopped tryin’
And it’s too late, baby now, it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Somethin’ inside has died, and I can’t hide
And I just can’t fake it, oh, no, no
Time … flowing like a river.
Time … beckoning me.
Who knows when we shall meet again; if ever.
But time keeps flowing like a river–
To the sea.
Life’s just around the bend,
My huckleberry friend,
Moon river and me…
Catch a ride to the end of the highway
And we’ll meet by the big red tree,
There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’
Come along, come along with me
Come on the risin’ wind,
We’re goin’ up around the bend
Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine
You’re gonna go I know
The sun sits low
Diffusing its usual glow
Five o’clock
Twilight
Vespers sound
And it’s six o’clock
Twilight
All around
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it’s twilight time
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I’ll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Raven’s been knockin’ at my door
With all the hopes that have flown before, nevermore
Colors begin to run on you
Black shapes of doom
Colors begin to run on you
Black shapes of doom