But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
I want him, and I need him,
And someday someway woo I’ll meet him
He’ll be kind of shy, and real good lookin’ too
And I’ll be certain he’s my guy by the things he’ll like to do
Like walking in the rain (like walking in the rain)
And wishing on the stars (and wishing on the stars) up above
And being so in love
Nm
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright;
I only have eyes for you, dear…
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She’s got Bette Davis eyes…
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
I feel the earth move under my feet,
I feel the sky tumbling down,
I feel my heart start to trembling,
Whenever you’re around.
Ground she’s movin’ under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Let me hear ya now I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
It’s not very far from sulfur to sugar cane
Everywhere I travel pretty girls call my name
I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink
I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink
You better come up smelling sweet 'cos you’re a long time stinking
It’s a little too late to complain
It’s not very far from sulfur to sugar cane
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got me wanting you
I know a girl who’s tough but sweet,
She’s so fine, she can’t be beat,
She’s got everything that I desire,
Sets the summer sun on fire.
I want candy…
…fortunately for him, the Devil is also a Southerner. So, this song’s going to take place in Hell, told from the Devil’s point of view, as he does what any good Southerner would do when company’s coming: He brewed up some good sweet tea, and whups up some Southern hospitality for the arrival of the new guest
Son, come running
You better come quick
This rotgut whiskey is making me sick…
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln!”
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your Mustang down,
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your Mustang down,
You been running all over the town now,
Oh! I guess I’ll have to put your flat feet on the ground.
While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise,
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted it to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep.
Beep, beep.
His horn went, beep, beep, beep.
I share my life with the immigrants and the ramblers
I drink my wine with the middlemen and the gamblers
I spend my time with schemers on the phone
But when I dream, I dream alone
*Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one you’d never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I’ll miss her. *
I’ve been holdin’ out so long,
I’ve been sleepin’ all alone,
Lord, I miss you.
I’ve been hanging on the phone,
I’ve been sleeping all alone,
I want to kiss you.
Don’t let go while I’m hanging on
'Cause I’ve been hanging on so long
It’s so hard to be all alone
I know you’re not that strong
Our love’s in jeopardy, baby, ooh…
Our love’s in jeopardy, baby, ooh…