Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets,
And left ‘em settin’ on the scales.
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
Every time that flag’s unfurled
They’re coming to America
I’m so bored with the USA.
You take the good, you take the bad,
You take them both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life.
(running for my life)
Time, keeps flowing like a river.
On and on, to the sea, to the seaaaaaa…
Till it’s gone forever.
Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead
Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Early one morning while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Livin’ on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is “Ain’t it a shame”
You made me cry when you said goodbye
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Then you said “so long”. Left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying crying
It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand
Can start me crying
I’ll never let you see […] All the sorrow and pain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again.
I’m never going to stop the rain by complaining
Because I’m free
Nothing’s worrying me
Long as I remember the rain been coming down.
Clouds of mystery pouring confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, trying to find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain.
If it keeps on rainin’ levee’s goin’ to break
If it keeps on rainin’ levee’s goin’ to break
When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
And when I die, and when I’m gone
There’ll be, one child born
In this world
To carry on, to carry on