Now the fellas was ribbin’ me for bein’ behind,
So I thought I’d make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive,
I shoved it on down into overdrive.
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was glued, like lead to the floor.
That’s all there is and there ain’t no more.
Who’s gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who’s gonna come around
When you break
You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight
Oh you know you can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong
Who’s gonna drive you home tonight
Tonight, tonight, won’t be just any night,
Tonight there will be no morning star.
Tonight, tonight, I’ll see my love tonight,
And for us, stars will stop where they are.
I can’t look at the stars,
If I know you, I know you’ve gone too far,
So I can’t look at the stars…
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright.
I only have eyes for you, dear.
Sha bop sha bop…
I know you’ve deceived me, now here’s a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there’s magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
Every day I get in the queue (too much, Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (too much, Magic Bus)
I’m so nervous, I just sit and smile (too much, Magic Bus)
You house is only another mile (too much, Magic Bus)
Bus stop, wet day
She’s there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stops, bus goes
She stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces;
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy,
I said, be careful, his bowtie is really a camera…
I was born on the backseat of a greyhound bus,
Cruising down highway 41…
I got a bottle of wine (pass it over)
I got a broken white line (I’m still sober)
There ain’t nothin but time between this Silver Eagle
And that New Jersey line
Don’t Bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don’t Bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Pass the dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the dutchie on the left hand side
When I left my home and my family,
I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared…
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
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans
In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Colonel Jackson, down the mighty Mississip’
We took a little bacon, and we took a little beans,
We met the bloody British in a town called New Orleans…
You know ev’ry Southern Belle
Is a Mississippi Queen
Down the Mississippi
Down in New Orleans
I said, a-hey-hey-hey-yeah
Well, I built me a raft and she’s ready for floatin’
Ol’ Mississippi, she’s callin’ my name
Catfish are jumpin’, that paddle wheel thumpin’
Black water keeps rollin’ on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today.
Don’t go 'round tonight,
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise.