And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
I thought myself her keeper,
She thought I meant her harm.
She thought I was the archer,
A weather-man of words,
But I could never shoot down,
My high-flying bird.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glow
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
No one seems to love or understand me
And all the hard luck stories they keep handing me
Where somebody shines the light
I’ll be coming on home tonight
Bye, bye blackbird
I’m tired of being alone,
And getting stoned to pass the time.
I’m comin’ home, I’ve been away too long,
Been away so long, I’m coming home.
I’m comin’ home, I’ve been away too long,
Been away so long, I’m coming home.
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
There’ll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey
Sassafras and moonshine
Stoned Soul
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Rain and sun come in akin
And from the sky
Come the lord and the lightning
Stoned Soul
Trying to catch the devils herd,
As they ride across the sky
Yippee yi yay
Yippee yi yi
Ghost Riders in the sky…
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm.
The curtain rises on the scene
With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes
There stands the actor who is me
I never did a single thing that did a single thing to
Change the ugly ways of the world
I didn’t know it felt so right inside
I didn’t know at all
Open up the curtain I heard sirens there the lights flash and crawl
I did it for justice I just did it for us all
Red lights are flashin’ around me
Yeah, love it looks like they found me
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there
I wish I had you to talk to
Everytime I try to prove I love you,
1, 2, 3 red light stops me.
Baby you ain’t right to stop me,
1, 2, 3 red light stops me.
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right
Fee, fee, fi, fi, fo-fo, fum.
Lookin’ mighty nice, here she comes.
Wearin’ her wig hat and shades to match,
Her high-heel shoes and an alligator hat.
Wearin’ pearls and diamond rings,
She’s got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything.
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on…
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He’s a clown, that Charlie Brown
He’s gonna get caught; just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?)
You’re a good man, Charlie Brown
And we know you will go very far
Yes it’s hard to believe
Almost frightening to conceive
What a good man you are.
Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
Cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.
And hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
It started off a routine day.
I got through the morning in the usual way,
I caught the bus on time,
“Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive.”
As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane,
And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane,
Ho hum.
The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn.
I must have left my house at eight because I always do
My train, I’m certain left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper, going into town
And having gotten through the editorial no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read and heaps of paper waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so the usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came