The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly, up, up and away
(For we can fly)
In my beautiful, my beautiful balloon
The sky is burnin’
I believe my soul’s on fire
You are, I’m learning
The key to my desire
Oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought they never end
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought I’d see you one more time again
There’s just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I’d see you, thought I’d see you fire and rain, now
Lonely days, lonely nights. Where would I be without my woman?
I’ve been searching for the daughter of the Devil himself
I’ve been searching for an Angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight
Is this where you’ve been?
Were you in fairer skies?
Searching for angel’s hands
Denying lower highs
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Shelter from the storm in the early beginning…
Where did you go, immaculate friend?
For a lifetime I’m grateful, it’s only a second away
Big sleep, deep sleep
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
I drew a saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sight
He said a girl
Name of Patches
Was found
Floating face-down in that dirty old river
That flows by the coal yard in old shanty town
Patches, oh what can I do…
(I am going to work that song into every music thread I ever see)
“Patches”, Dicky Lee
I said, “Three corn patches about four cotton fields away”
I said, “Three corn patches about four cotton fields away
Lives the prettiest girl in the whole darn U.S.A”, I said-a
She’s got big brown eyes and long black wavy hair
She’s got big brown eyes and long black wavy hair
She’s so beautiful, people, it don’t seem fair
When them cotton bolls get rotten
You can’t pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home.
Home, home on the range.
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word.
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
No I, never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’ after all.
I want to find the secret path
A bird delivered into my heart, so it’s not the end
Not the kingdom come
It is the journey that matters, the distant wanderer
Call of the wild in me forever and ever and ever forever
Wanderlust
