I can lock all my doors
It’s the only way to live
In cars
And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people that drive
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the cares I’ve
Lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours,
Lost in the drift
Are
Are
Are
Are
Are…
Driven
Driven together
And driven apart
I’m waitin’ for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Mother Mary comes to me, let it be, let it be, let it be…
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Mama you left me, I never left you…Mama don’t go… Daddy hold on…
Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good’n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama’s in the graveyard
Papa’s in the pen
Johnny told his mama, “Hey Mama, I’m going away
I’m gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday.”
Mama came to the door with a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, “Don’t cry Mama, smile and wave goodbye.”
Don’t you know?
They’re gonna put me in the movies, gonna make a big star outta me…
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky
I get no kick from champagne,
Mere alcohol,
Doesn’t thrill me at all,
So tell me, why should it be true,
That I get a kick out of you.
Jose Cuervo, you are a friend of mine…
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
She can handle any Champagne brunch,
Bridal shower with Bacardi punch,
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff,
But tequila makes her clothes fall off.
It’s another tequila sunrise, this old world
Still looks the same,
Another frame
I headed for the galley, then,
As I was rather dry
And glad I was to get there quick
For what should I espy?
Oh what a shame it would have been
For to lose it all at sea
Forty cases of the best
Napoleon Brandy ever seen
Brandy was a fine girl…
Wine is fine but whiskey’s quicker
Suicide is slow with liqueur
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
I was sittin’ in Miami pourin’ blended whiskey down,
When this old graying gentleman was cleanin’ up the lounge.
There wasn’t anyone around 'cept this old man and me,
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironsides on TV.
Uninvited he sat down and opened up his mind,
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well-beaten path
It’s funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love was bittersweet
and green on the vine
Like strawberry wine