If you come down to the river
Bet you gonna find some people who live
You don’t have to worry if you got no money
People on the river are happy to give
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
Look out, Mama,
There’s a white boat
Comin’ up the river
With a big red beacon,
And a flag,
And a man on the rail
I think you’d better call John,
‘Cause it don’t
Look like they’re here
To deliver the mail
And it’s less than a mile away
I hope they didn’t come to stay
It’s got numbers on the side
And a gun
And it’s makin’ big waves.
Jack is the king of the dark blue sea.
Jack is as brave as the brave can be.
He’s the boy the girls adore.
Oh, what fun when Jack’s ashore!
For he is the fellow can make things hum.
Oh, how they sigh when they see him come,
Loaded down with gold so bright.
Welcome home, Jack. You’re all right.
Strike up the band. Here comes a sailor,
Cash in his hand, just off a whaler.
Stand in a row. Don’t let him go.
Jack’s a cinch, but every inch a sailor.
The Sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl”( a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be (such a fine girl)
Those eyes could steal a Sailor from the sea…
In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain’s eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home
I’m 500 miles away from home…
I’m sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought’s escaping
Home where my music’s playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
We’ve got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don’t know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came
I’m just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people who are trying to be free
And while I’m traveling I hear so many words
Language barriers broken, now we’ve found the key
If you want this world of yours to turn about you
You can see exactly what to do, don’t tell me
I’m just a singer in a rock and roll band
This town
This town
This town we’re in is just a
Sealed Tuna Sandwich with the wrapper glued
We get a few in every tour
I think we’ve played this one before.
We are an American band,
We’re coming to your town…
We’ll help you party it down,
We are an American band…
In my little town I never meant nothing
I was just my father’s son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun…
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Now Main street’s whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says “These jobs are going, boys
And they ain’t coming back
To your hometown.”
Well we’re living here in Allentown
And they’re closing all the factories down
Out in Bethlehem they’re killing time
Filling out forms
Standing in line
Mary said "it’s getting later, but thanks for stopping by.
I’d love to chat, but I just gave birth to the Lord, our God on high.
But here we are at 3 am, with Ringo Starr of Bethlehem.
Baby Jesus needs his sleep and God knows so do I.
Rum tum tum twiddle twiddle bang.
Getting to the punchline crash boom bang.
When will this be over? Oy!
The annoying drummer boy.
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
And I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain’t no reason
Got no time to slow
Time everlasting
Time to play b-sides
Time ain’t on my side
Time I’ll never know
It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
And this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands