You know your love (your love keeps lifting me)
Keep on lifting (love keeps lifting me)
Higher (lifting me)
Higher and higher (higher)
I said your love (your love keeps lifting me)
Keep on (love keeps lifting me)
Lifting me (lifting me)
Higher and higher (higher).
The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly, we can fly
Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds,
Above the clouds…
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
I know a place where no one’s lost.
I know a place where no one cries.
Crying at all is not allowed.
Not in my castle on a cloud.
Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same
I’m a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don’t want to do your dirty work
No more
I’m a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
You better not try to stand in my way
‘Cause I’m walkin’ out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don’t stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway.
Five o’clock in the mornin’
I’m already up and gone
Lord, I’m so tired
How long can this go on?
Daddy, workin’ in the coal mine
Goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
Can’t you feel the rock dust in your lungs,
It will cut down a miner when he is still young,
Two years and the silicosis takes hold,
And I feel like I’m dying,
From mining for gold
Yes, I feel like I’m dying,
From mining for gold.
Well, I was borned a coal miner’s daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That’s the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man’s dollar
There’s a little cabin in the sky, Mister
For me and for you
I feel that it’s true somehow
Can’t you see that cabin in the sky, Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow
Me and my mate were back at the shack,
We had Spike Jones on the box,
She said “I can’t stand to hear him sing, but I love to hear him talk”…
Talk, it’s only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, boulder dash, ballyhoo
It’s only talk.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Well I’m gonna start out walkin’
Just you wait and see
Uh-huh guitar picker
You ain’t leavin’ without me
Oh you big mouth woman
You long legged guitar pickin’ man
But we can work this out uh huh
Yes ma’m I think we can
She’s my chainmail mama,
And I’m her ever-lovin’ shield-munchin’ man.
Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
And if, you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)
These velvet chains,
They softly hold me,
Keep me from straying to another ones arms…