Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It’s the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn’t have no internet
But man, I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing “Sweet Home Alabama” all summer long
Singing “Sweet Home Alabama” all summer long
I like the pattern on your jumper
I like the way you comb your hair
I am the one you’re gonna get to
And I like your funny cigarette
Your funny cigarette
Whoo-ooh whoo-ooh-oh
Your funny cigarette
Whoo-ooh whoo-ooh-oh
Your funny cigarette
Whoo-ooh whoo-ooh-oh
I like it
Your funny cigarette
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Oh, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death,
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait,
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
One toke over the line,
Sweet Jesus,
One toke over the line,
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line…
I’m sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey,
The train pulls out at Kankakee,
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men,
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad. Times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don’t you feel like you’re a rider on a downbound train?
Well, I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin’ down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin’ their lives away
Cop’s on the corner, look he’s starting to write,
Well, I don’t need no ticket so I screamed out of sight,
Drove so fast that my eyes can’t see,
Look in the mirror, is he still following me?
Let it roll down the highway,
Let it roll down the highway,
Roll, roll…
Left a good job in the city
Workin’ for the man ev’ry night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin’
Worryin’ 'bout the way things might have been
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can’t put it off another day
I don’t care what others say
They say we don’t listen anyway
Time has come today
Hey
It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
And this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to (promised lands)
To show you every one
It’s the time of the season for loving
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams
Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
In touch with the ground,
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.
Smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd,
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme,
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine,
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
-“BB”-
*Sheltered,
You better keep the Wolf back from the door,
He wanders ever closer, every time
And how he waits,
Begging for blood
I promised you everything would be fine…*
(Wolf)
Good day, young lady
(Little Red Riding Hood)
Good day, Mr. Wolf
(Wolf)
Mmh
Uhh
Look at that flesh
Pink and plump
Hello, little girl
This one’s especially lush
Delicious