This silver bird takes me 'cross the sky
Just one more hour and I’ll be home and dry
‘Cross the ocean
Way above the clouds I come stealin’
Feelin’ tired, but I feel good
Cause I did everything I said I would
I think of you
And I know how you’ll be feelin’
I gotta see you
I gotta be with you
We’ll make it better now in every way
It’s gotta be you
It’s gotta be you
Yes, from now on I’ll tell you everyday
You say you’re gonna leave
Gonna take that big white bird
Gonna fly right out of here
Without a single word
Don’t you know you’ll break my heart
When I watch you close that door
'Cause I know I won’t see you anymore
Silver wings shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They’re taking you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh, and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God, he looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
That’s life (that’s life) I tell ya, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain’t gonna buy it
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try
I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly
Up, up, time to fly.
Moving all around, going everywhere from town to town,
All looking the same, changing only in name,
Days turn into nights, time is nothing only if it’s right,
From where you came don’t you think it’s a game.
No, no, don’t ask why.
Do it as you’re told, you’re the packet, do it as you’re sold
To all your friends, none for you at the end,
Give them all you can, finish stronger than when you first began,
You never pretend, all for you at the end.
And if I had a nickel for each time that
I’ve been put on
I would be their nickel man
And I’d sing a little song
They’re only putting in a nickel and
They want a dollar song
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
New Orleans Ladies
A sassy style that will drive you crazy
And they hold you like the light
Hug the wick when this candle’s burning.
Them Creole babies
Thin and brown and downright lazy
And they roll just like the river
A little wade will last forever
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong, the feeling’s getting stronger
The longer I stay away
Way down in New Orleans,
the land of dreams,
Big juicy pig tails
in a pot of red beans,
on Monday night in New Orleans.
They called it stormy Monday,but Tuesday is as just as bad
Oh, they called it, they called it stormy Monday, but Tuesday, Tuesday is as just as bad
Oh, Wednesday is worst And Thursday oh so sad
The eagle flies on Friday now, Saturday I’ll go out to play
Oh, the eagle, the eagle flies on Friday Saturday I’ll go out and play
Sunday I’ll go to church, and I fall on my knees and pray
Pickup my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I get on my knees and pray
We don’ get fooled again
You need cooling
Baby I’m not fooling
I’m gonna send ya
Back to schooling
A-way down inside
A-honey you need it
I’m gonna give you my love
I’m gonna give you my love
Oh, what a wonderful thing to be
A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee
Whiling away all the passing hours
Pinching all the pollen from the cauliflowers
I’d like to be a busy little bee
Being as busy as a bee can be
Flying around the garden, brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey to the dear old queen
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard
Singin’ joy to the world,
Joy to all the boys and girls
Joy to the Fishes in the deep blue sea,
And, joy to you and me…
(the third Joy to the world song that I know)
Joy, to the world, was a beautiful girl.
But to me Joy meant only sorrow.
Marry the man today.
Trouble though he may be
Much as he likes to play
Crazy and wild and free
Marry the man today
Rather than sigh in sorrow
Marry the man today
And change his ways tomorrow.