You’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.
Baby blue was the color of her eyes.
Baby blue like the Colorado skies.
Like a breath of spring, she came and left,
And I still don’t know why,
So here’s to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight.
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, baby blue
I’ve done all one man can do
Don’t pass me up oh bitterblue
My bitterblue, bitterblue
I gave my last chance to you
Don’t hand it back to me bitterblue
The story spread throughout the land
That I had beaten Ringo’s hand
And it was just the years, they say
That made me put my guns away
But on his grave they can’t explain
The tarnished star above the name of Ringo
(Ringo… Ringo…)
(Ringo… Ringo…)
Got to pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues,
And you know it don’t come easy.
You don’t have to shout or leap about,
You can even play them easy.
Oh that’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning yeah
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleepin’ city sidewalk,
And a Sunday morning comin’ down…
Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon
Call Parnell just to see how he’s doin (Hello?)
What up, Parns? (Yo Samberg, what’s crackin?)
You thinkin what I’m thinkin? (NARNIA!) Man it’s happenin
(But first my hunger pangs are stickin like duct tape)
Let’s hit up Magnolia and mack on some cupcakes
(No doubt that bakery’s got all the bomb frostings)
I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gossling [echoes]
Swam across the river
Just to prove that I’m a man.
Spend the day bein’ lazy,
Just being nature’s friend.
Climb a long tall hickory,
Bend it over, skinnin’ cats.
Playing baseball with chert rocks,
Using sawmill slats for bats.
Like a true nature’s child,
We were born, born to be wild,
We can climb so high,
I never wanna die…
I’m not scared of dying
and I don’t really care
If it’s peace you find in dying,
well, then let the time be near
If it’s peace you find in dying,
when dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin cause
it’s cold way down there
Well I ain’t afraid of dying, it’s the thought of being dead
I want to go on being me once my eulogy’s been read
Don’t spread my ashes out to sea, don’t lay me down to rest
You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord I want to go to heaven, but I don’t want to go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Please Mr. Custer, I don’t want to go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don’t make me go
There’s a redskin a-waitin’ out there, just fixin’ to take my hair
A coward I’ve been called 'cause I don’t want to wind up dead or bald
They took the whole Indian nation
Locked us on this reservation
Though I wear a shirt and tie
I’m still part redman deep inside
Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud to live
So proud to die
Blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you never gonna blow again…
On the banks of the river stood runnin’ bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid
Little white dove was-a her name, such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other so their love could never be
Runnin’ bear loved little white dove with a love big as the sky
Runnin’ bear loved little white dove with a love that couldn’t die
No-one knows what happened that day,
How his car overturned in flames,
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck,
With his dying breath they heard him say,
“Tell Laura I love her,
Tell Laura I need her,
Tell Laura not to cry,
My love for her will never die.”
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin’ light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.