If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we’re the victims of the night,
I won’t be blinded by light.
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she’ll make it alright
Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she’ll walk a Thunderbird like (she’s) it’s standin’ still
She’s ported and relieved and she’s stroked and bored.
She’ll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She’s my little deuce coupe
We were makin’ Thunderbirds
We were makin’ Thunderbirds
They were long and low and sleek and fast
They were all you ever heard
Back in ‘55 we were makin’ Thunderbirds
Birdman thinks he owns the sky
But he can’t look me in the eye
I walk on gilded mirror blades
I walk on razors feel no pain
In the heat of summertime
Rolling thunder is my sign
I understand what’s going on
I’m going to fly right to the sun
Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade
Slept in the dust with his daughter
Her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence
And I will pray for her
I will call her name out loud
I would bleed for her
If I could only see her now
Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother
She’s sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can’t be your bride
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrows in the warm glow of your wine
You can’t buy my love with money cause I never was that kind
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
Silver needles
Golden eagles
Frightened faces
Basket cases
Jags and riches
Queens and riches
Electric mantras
And tight-fitting dreams
I asked her, “What’s a woman like you, doin’ here?
I see you’re used to champagne but I’ll buy you a beer”
She said, “You’ve got me figured out but I’m not what I seem
And for a dance I’ll tell you ‘bout these tight fittin’ jeans”
Blue jean baby
L. A. lady
Seamstress for the band
And if you want the wind of change to blow about you
And you’re the only other person to know, don’t tell me
I’m just a singer in a Rock ‘n’ Roll band
I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
Please don’t rock me tonight
I’m not in the mood
Why stop to think of whether this little dream might fade,
We´ve put our hearts together - now we are one, I’m not afraid.
If there’s a cloud above, if it should rain, we’ll let it.
But for tonight forget it, I’m in the mood for love.
We’re walking in the air, we’re floating in a moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
I’m holding very tight, I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly, so high above with you
Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We’ll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I’ll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we’re together
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And no one can talk to a horse, of course
Once a band of rustlers stole a herd of cattle
But they didn’t know the herd they stole was Bill’s
And when he caught them crooked villains
Pecos knocked out all their fillins
And that’s the reason why there’s gold in them there hills