Choosing stones
Big enough to drag me down
Where I am
People’s voices make hollow sounds
Just be quiet
They’ll go away
Open up your eyes
Don’t let your mind tell the story here
Open up your eyes
Just let me go
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls ya’, ya’ can’t refuse
When ya’ ain’t got nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose
You’re invisible now, ya’ got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel?
Aw, how does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you’ve laid your hands upon me and told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now, how do I feel
And how does it feel like to wake up in the sun
And how does it feel like to shine on everyone
How does it feel like to let forever be
And how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime
Sitting in the gutter screaming symphony
Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
But I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this bird you can not change
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
All through the winter you hung around
Now I begin to feel homeward bound
Blackbird, blackbird gotta be on my way
Where there’s sunshine galore
Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low
Bye bye blackbird
Where somebody waits for me
Sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye bye blackbird
He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin’ and boppin’ and singing his song…
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street,
Love to hear the Robin go tweet, tweet, tweet…
Rockin’ Robin, tweet, tweet…
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Those storm birds
Seems to circle around you
Well you can’t climb down and you can’t say no
You can’t stop the weather
Not with all your dough
For when the wind blows
And when the wind blows
The cradle will rock
The cradle will rock
Do you think we don’t know what that fight tonight’s about?
Why Murphy from the rolling mill and Brown from the rougher and Young from the boilermaker
Is all sitting together in union headquarter
Why more people than Steeltown ever saw at one time were all crawling around in the square
Those boys don’t know it but they’re fighting our fight too
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
Now the court square’s just a set of streets
That people go 'round, but they seldom think
About the little man that built this town
Before the big money shut 'im down
And killed the little man
Oh the little man
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last plane for the coast
The day the music died.
Nobody saw him running from 16th Avenue.
They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul.
They got away with murder down on music row.
The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang
They all say ‘not guilty’, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on music row.
At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.
Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can’t find the room to move
Well, everybody better move over, that’s all
'Cause I’m running on the bad side and I got my back to the wall
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don’t want to treat me the same
When the walls come tumbling down
When the walls come crumbling, crumbling
When the walls come tumbling, tumbling down
I found your picture today.
i swear I’ll change my ways.
I just called to say I want you to come back home…
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
Those were the happiest days of my life
Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang