You’re just figuring that out?
Jacob was the founder of a whole new nation
Thanks to the number of children he had
He was also known as Israel, but most of the time
His sons and his wives used to call him Dad.
Jacob, Jacob and sons,
Men of the soil, of the sheaf and crook
Jacob, Jacob and sons,
A remarkable family in anyone’s book.
Head over heels for my little girl
And here you are, that’s all that matters
‘Cause heaven was waitin’ at the top of Jacob’s ladder
Oh, an angel was waitin’ at the top of Jacob’s ladder
The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust
Your flying days are over and your wings have turned to rust
If I didn’t know better, I’d say all you had is lost
Because Rusty Angels they can’t fly
Rusty Angels gonna die, yeah
Baby left as she lost her breath
Hastens off to some unknown death
Trapped inside under painted eyes
Takes herself into the new sunrise
And you fly, she pointed up into the sky
And you can touch them if you try
And you fly
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free
Big ol’ jet airliner
Don’t carry me too far away
Oh, oh, big ol’ jet airliner
Cause it’s here that I’ve got to stay
Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.
Hey now get back truckin’ home.
oh there’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, 18
wheels on a big-rig
and they’re rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Though the streams are swollen,
Keep them dogies rollin’, rawhide.
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Oh, come on Bill
Oh, come on Bill
Come on and marry me Bill
I got the wedding bell blues
Please marry me Bill
I got the wedding bell blues
Big Bad Bill don’t fight anymore, no, no, no
He’s doin’ the dishes, moppin’ up that floor, yes he is
Well, he used to go out drinkin’ lookin’ for a fight
Now he gotta see that sweet woman every night
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
William’s hands were shaking as he took his glass of wine
And I could see we both felt the same. When his eyes met mine
I said, “'Who we love and why we love, it’s hard to understand
So let’s just sit here on the couch and face this, man to man”
Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
It’s May, it’s May, the lusty month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
It’s cold and it’s getting colder. It’s gray and white and winter all around.
And oh, I must be getting older, all this snow is trying to get me down.
There’s a fire in the corner slowly dying, sometimes I just don’t feel like going on anymore.
And yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun, come on, shine on me.
Well, I’ve been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older, too