Crazy Chester followed me,
And he caught me in the fog,
He said, “I’ll fix your rag, if you’ll take Jack my dog.”
I said, “Wait a minute, Chester, you know I’m a peaceful man.”
He said, " That’s okay, Boy, just feed him whenever you can."
When I’m watchin’ my TV, and a man comes on and tells me,
How white my shirts can be–
But, he can’t be a man 'cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarettes as me…
Smoke on the water,
Fire in the sky…
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic the search for the grail
Head games, always you and me, baby
Head games, till I can’t take it anymore, no more
Head games, instead of making love, we play
Head games
Head games, in the first degree
Head games, yeah, always you and me
Head games, why do you do it, baby
Head games, you put me through it baby
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
What’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Come on, baby
'Cause the time is right
Love your daddy with all your might
Put your arms around me
Hold me tight
Play the game of love
How I’ve waited for this moment,
To be by your side.
Your best friend wrote and told me,
You had teardrops in your eyes.
Daddy’s home, your daddy’s home, to stay…
When the rain starts to fall,
Across my windows pane,
And now it’s raining teardrops from my eyes…
I thumbed my way from LA back to Knoxville,
I found out those bright lights ain’t where I belong.
From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her,
I’ve had a change of dreams I’m comin’ home–
But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone.
Hit it!
This ain’t no disco
It ain’t no country club either
This is LA!
“All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,”
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It’s apropos
Of nothing
They say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
Young ones in the jailhouse sleeping it off
Church folks saying that his soul is lost
Man you shoulda seen him, all the faces turned red
Yep, when the preacher stood up and said
The only thing different in sinners and saints
One is forgiven and the other one ain’t.
He’s in the jailhouse now,
He’s in the jailhouse now,
I told him once or twice,
To stop shootin’ dice,
He’s in the jailhouse now…
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumping and the joint began to swing
You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing
Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in,
My head is like a football, I think I’m gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn’t that a party?
Whiskey river, take my mind
Don’t let her memory torture me,
Whiskey river, don’t run dry,
You’re all I got, take care of me…
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday