All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin’ down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin’ their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Cop’s on the corner, look he’s starting to write,
Well, I don’t need no ticket so I screamed out of sight,
Drove so fast that my eyes can’t see,
Look in the mirror, is he still following me?
Let it roll down the highway,
Let it roll down the highway,
Roll, roll…
You gave me something
I understand
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand
I can’t tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
I’m just sitting here,
Watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch 'em roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round…
I just had to let it go…
She’s caviar and mascara
I’m corduroy and leather
It’d take one hell of an imagination
To ever paint us together
Places I like to haunt at
She wouldn’t be caught dead
Don’t make sense to the neighbors, don’t look good on paper
And sure don’t make sense in my head
But I got a heart like a wheel, baby, let’s go
Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, we’ll roll
Some say the heart is just like a wheel
When you bend it you can’t mend it
But my love for you is like a sinking ship
And my heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean
Save my life I’m going down for the last time
Woman with a sweet lovin’ better than a white line
Bring a good feelin’ ain’t had in such a long time
Save my life I’m going down for the last time
I will lay beside you
On this long and lonely night
'Cause the flood that drowns the sailor
Is the fisherman’s delight
Love is a super power
Like an endless sea
I will swim to you
If you will swim to me
I can drink your song
I’m drunken from your sound
If this is love then let me drown
Let me drown
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my need’s were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold
Oh, beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
But the Colorado rocky mountain high,
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky,
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye,
Rocky mountain high…
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby…
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper
Played in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonder
And they all were unafraid of the great god Pan
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling,
It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide.
I bring you one springtime of robins
One springtime of robins to sing,
And I bring you one summer of roses,
One summer of roses, I bring…
Paper roses, paper roses,
Oh how real those roses seem to me.
But they’re only imitation,
Like your imitation love for me.
Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, it’s only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me
We’re just holding on to nothing
To see how long nothing lasts
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee