Belly-up and arch your back,
Well, I ain’t really falling to sleep,
I am fading to black…
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind…
Will the wind ever remember?
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers “no, this will be the last”
And the wind cries Mary
The rain is Tess, the fire’s Jo, and they call the wind Maria.
And I think about him, now and then
Every time I try and every time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name! Yeah
I dedicate this song,
To all the girls I’ve loved before…
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She’ll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
I can make you mine
Taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I’m dreamin’ my life away
Night and day
You are the one
Only you 'neath the moon
Or under the sun
There’ll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Red yellow honey
Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
There’s a wild, wild whisper
Blowin’ in the wind
Callin’ out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing’s sweeter than summertime
And American honey
Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills
Summer was a-coming in but fast
Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills
Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper
“Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her”
I can feel the evening sun go down,
And all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
That means he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry
'Cause it’s midnight in Montgomery,
Just hear that whip-poor-will
See the stars light up the purple sky,
Feel that lonesome chill,
‘Cause when the wind is right,
You’ll hear his song,
Smell whisky in the air,
Midnight in Montgomery,
He’s always singin’ there
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
It’s no secret about it
‘Cause we’re this lovin’ touch
He sees to it
That I get enough
Fell his touch all over
You know it means so much
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby
When I see lips beggin’ to be kissed (stop)
I can’t stop (stop) I can’t stop myself (stop, stop)
Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again
And the storm blows on,
Out of control,
Deep in her heart,
And the thunder rolls…