n the early mornin’ rain
With a dollar in my hand
An achin’ in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin’ rain
With nowhere to go
I’ll dream of things I’ll do,
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe,
There’ll be a load of compromisin’
On the road to my horizon
And I’m gonna go where the lights are shinin’ on me…
Like a Rhinestone Cowboy…
Truckin, like the do-dah man. Once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you don’t layem down,
Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.
Little girl what’s your game?
Hard luck and trouble
Bound to be your claim to fame
Tail-shakin’ heart-breakin’ truckin’ through town
Each and every country-mother’s son, hangin’ 'round
Drive a young man insane
Evil that’s your name
I’ve had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door
So I came here to you, sweet lady
Answering your mystical call
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
And I knew it was a spell she’d cast
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you from behind
You made a fool of me
But them broken dreams have got to end
Hey, woman, you got the blues
‘Cause you ain’t got no one else to use
There’s an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and there
There’s a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha, ha, woman, it’s a cryin’ shame
But you ain’t got nobody else to blame
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong.
Don’t let the rain come down (oh no)
Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
Don’t let the rain come down (oh no)
My roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown
Oh, yes, my roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown
Come with me
And we shall run across the sky
And illuminate the night
Oh I will try and guide you
To better times and brighter days.
Don’t be afraid
Go up the ladder to the roof where we can see heaven much better.
Go up the ladder to the roof where we can be oh closer to heaven.
Heaven on the 7th floor,
(Hey baby),
Heaven on the 7th floor,
(I ain’t complainin’),
But I’ve never been so high before,
So please don’t rescue me,
Never set me free,
Hey, hey, hey…
Please release me, let me go,
I do not love you anymore.
To live a lie would be a sin.
Release me and let me love again.
So hold (hold), me tight (me tight)
Tonight (tonight), tonight (tonight)
It’s you, you, you, you
Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they’re very nice
Who’ll have a fishy
On a little dishy?
Who will have a fishy
When the boat comes…
Well, out on the briny
With a moon, big and shiny,
Melting your heart of stone,
Well, I’d love to get you on a slow boat to China,
All to myself, alone…
I could escape this feeling, with my China girl
I feel a wreck without my little China girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing
I’m a mess without my little China girl…
All the girls walk by, dressed up for each other
And the boys, do the boogie woogie
On the corner of the street
And the people passing by, stare in wild wonder
And inside the jukebox roars just like thunder
And every thing looks so complete
When you’re walking out on the streets
And the wind, it catches your feet
Sets you flying, crying
Ooh ooh ooh wee, wild night, is calling
Wild thing you make my heart sing,
Wild thing, you make everything groovy, wild thing,
Wild thing, I think I love you…
But, I wanna know for sure…
He has been holding his wild Irish Rose
This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes
He could have had something better, God knows
Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose.