So hard finding inspiration
I knew you’d find me crying
Tell those girls with rifles for minds
That their jokes don’t make me laugh
They only make me feel like dying
In an unguarded moment
Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my
cover, she’s so hard to find
I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans
She’s a hard loving woman, got me feeling mean
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs
But when the frost’s on the pumpkin
And the litle girls are jumping
He’s a hard loving son of a gun.
He’s got them waiting on the stairs
Just to sample his affairs
And they call him a spoonful of fun
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said
“Please gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me”
But there’s a six-lane highway down by the creek
Where I went skinny-dippin’ as a child
And a drive-in show where the meadows used to grow
And the strawberries used to grow wild
The farms of Ohio had been replaced by shopping malls
And Muzak filled the air from Seneca to Cuyahoga Falls
Said ay, oh, way to go Ohio
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
And I always thought that it would make me smarter
But it’s only made me harder
My heart thrown open wide in this near wild heaven
Not near enough
(Inside, living inside, living inside)
Near wild heaven
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe-
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go!
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care
You can have my autograph
I think I’ll sign it love to you
But should I sign it just for you
Stairway to the stars, I think I’ll write good health to you
Stairway to the stars, we got better things to do
[Oooh, successfully resisted the obvious one there, b_d! Instead, let’s go do some Van Morrison:]
And your stairway
Reaches up to the moon
And it comes right back
It comes right back to you
In the night see the red sky burning
There’s fire on the mountain, oil slicks on the sea
Black Moon is rising, how long will it be?
Burn on, big river, burn on
Burn on, big river, burn on
Now the Lord can make you tumble
Lord can make you turn
The Lord can make you overflow
But the Lord can’t make you burn
Ol’ Man River, that Ol’ Man River
He must know somepin’, but he don’t say nothin’
He just keeps rollin’, he keeps on rollin’ along
He don’t plant taters, and he don’t plant cotton
And them what plants ‘em is soon forgotten
But Ol’ Man River, jest keeps rollin’ along
In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear to a river so deep
And I’ve been searching for something taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole
In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light
I feel that God is not in heaven
In the dark of the night
The dark of the night
In the still of the night
I held you, held you tight
'Cause I love, love you so
Promise I’ll never let you go
In the still of the night
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There’s a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain