Listen to my story about a man named Jed,
Poor mountaineer barely kept is family fed,
Then one day he was shootin’ up some grub,
When up from the ground came some bubblin’ crude…
Oil, that is, Black gold…
Texas tea…
I met a man in Texas
And oh, he was so fine
And I said to myself
Self, I’m gonna make him mine
He owned a lot of oil wells and his bank roll sure was healthy
And I knew if I married him I’d suddenly be wealthy
Oh I’ll oil wells love you
I’ll oil wells care
I’ll oil wells need you
I want your oil wells dear
All my ex’s live in Texas,
That is why I reside in Tennessee…
You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
Strawberries, cherries, and an angel’s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
You’ve got to kiss an angel good morning
And let her know you think about her when you’re gone
Kiss an angel good morning
And love her like the devil when you get back home
And if you had not fallen,
Then I would not have found you,
Angel, flying too close to the ground…
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
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
With broken wings we beat the air
And as we plummet we pretend that we don’t care
With broken wings we walk the earth
And wonder how much is all of our recklessness worth
With a broken wing,
She carries her dreams,
Man you oughta see her fly…
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy,
All of her dreams have gone dry.
All of her nights have gone sad and shady,
She’s getting ready to fly.
Fly away, fly away, fly away…
Well, I started out
Down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down
As I crossed the hill
And the town lit up
And the world got still
I’m learning to fly
But I ain’t got wings
Coming down
Is the hardest thing
Shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Come home early from work
If you’d say
That you loved me.
My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five and then
He takes another home again to find me waitin’ for him
Take the Last train to Clarksville,
And I’ll meet you at the station…
You can be there at 4:30,
Cause I’ve made your reservation…
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
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to
Silk suit, black tie,
I don’t need a reason why
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the ritz
Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes
And cutaway coat, perfect fits
Puttin’ on the ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Stylin’, wilin’, livin’ it up in the city,
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent,
Got to kiss myself,
I’m so pretty…