I’m going down the road feeling bad
I’m going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way.
I’m down in the jail on my knees
They feed me on cornbread and beans
Two dollar shoes hurt my feet
Ten dollar shoes fit me fine
New York water tastes like turpentine
Goin’ where the water tastes like wine
He gave us sweet cherry wine,
So very fine,
Drink it right down, pass it all around,
So stimulating, so intoxicating…
When I was a young man and never been kissed
I got to thinking it over what I had missed.
I got me a girl, I kissed her and then
Oh Lord, I kissed her again.
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
Let me go home and start over
Ramblin’ around this dirty old town
Singin’ for nickels and dimes
Times getting rough I ain’t got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I wanna go to bed
I had a little drink
About an hour ago
And it’s gone straight
To my head
Oh won’t you show me the way
Oh won’t you show me the way
I want you day after day
I want you day after day
Oh won’t you show me the way
I want you day after day
I remember finding out about you
Every day, my mind is all around you
Looking out from my lonely room, day after day
Bring it home, baby, make it soon
I give my love to you
Well I left my happy home
To see what I could find out
I left my folk and friends
With the aim to clear my mind out
Well I hit the rowdy road
And many kinds I met there
And many stories told me on the way to get there
So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
So much left to know, and I’m on the road to find out
Well I thought my life was over when she walked right out on me,
And I watched the world around me just explode.
That’s when I hit the highway, that’s how I came to be,
Morning Rider on the road…
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
‘Cause I’ve got nothin’ to live for
Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way, so
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time
And he’s up there, what’s that? Hawaiian noises?
You bangin’ on the bongos like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’ get your chicks for free
If it were easy as fishin’ you could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar, chances are you’ll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It’s the work that we avoid, and we’re all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
It showed me how to laugh and how to cry,
It introduced me to some friends of mine,
And brightened up some days.
It helped me make it through some lonely nights,
Oh, what a friend to have on a cold and lonely night.
He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store
Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure
That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was one way ticket, only one way to go
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens,
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode,
That never ever learned to read and write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell…
You don’t have to know,
How to read or write,
When you’re out with a feller,
In the pale moonligt,
You don’t have to look,
At a book to find,
What he thinks of the moon,
And what is on his mind,
That comes naturally.
A world become one
Of salads and sun
Only a fool would say that
A boy with a plan
A natural man
Wearing a white stetson hat
Unhand that gun begone
There’s no one to fire upon
If he’s holding it high
He’s telling a lie
I heard it was you
Talkin’ 'bout a world
Where all is free
It just couldn’t be
And only a fool would say that
Man you better let go
You can’t hold on to
What belongs to me
And don’t belong to you
I caught you looking
With your roving eye
So Mister you don’t have to act
So surprised
If it’s her you want
I don’t care about that
You can have my girl
But don’t touch my hat
I might wear five hundred hats,
And I might wear five hundred more,
But it’s insulting to the King,
Oh, God, I see him coming o’er.
If I were a King
I’d give up everything
Just to have you near me 'cause
Roses and rainbows are you