You don’t need me to show the way, love
Why do I always have to say, love
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Please, please me, whoa, yeah, like I please you
Please, Mister, please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again
You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge
Sayin’ all there’s good and nothingness is dead
We’ll run until she’s out of breath
She ran until there’s nothin’ left
She hit the end, it’s just her window ledge
Today Billy Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallehatchie bridge…
Good God! Don’t jump!
A boy stood on a ledge,
And an old man who had fainted was revived
And everyone agreed it would be a miracle indeed
If the boy survived.
Old man, look at my life,
Twenty four, and there’s so much more.
Live alone in a paradise,
That makes me think of two.
Ol’ man river, that ol’ man river,
He don’t say nothing, he must know something,
He keeps on rollin’ along, rollin’ along…
If you come down to the river
I bet you going to find some people who live
And you don’t have to worry if you got no money
People on the river are happy to give
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, a girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there’s anything she could do
Yo ho Mexico
Far to the south where the cactus grow
Tequila and a donkey show
Mexico, Mexico
Yo ho Mexico
Far to the south where the cactus grow
Take me away from the ice and the snow
Let’s go to Mexico
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can’t understand just what does he say?
I’m on a Mexican radio…
I’m on a Mexican radio…
Ay, for the things I could show you,
Ay, for the things you would see,
Ay, digo venga, amigo,
Ay, to my fair country.
Gringo en Mexico, surrenda y gano.
Gringo en Mexico, mi pais hermosa.
There were seven Spanish Angels,
In the Altar of the sun,
They were praying for the lovers in the Valley of the gun…
This is just adios and not goodbye–
Soon I’ll return,
Bringing you all the love your heart can hold.
Please say “Si, si,”
Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me.
Twenty-seven spanishes
Arriving from the sea
Blades of steel flashing
Cutting down the eagle’s tree
Came riding in on mountains
On red and silver steeds
Into the city of the serpent
Through the gates of the Otomi
A soldier dressed in iron asks
“Where do you all come from?”
“From the earth of four directions
From the purple clouds above”
Purple rain, purple rain,
I only wanted to see you under the purple rain…
The rain in Spain
Falls mainly on the plain…
Virgil Caine is the name,
And I served on the Danville train,
Til Stoneman’s Calvary came,
And tore up the tracks again…
(Hey, it rhymes)