I can still recall the wheatfields near St. Paul
And in the mornin’ we got caught robbin’ from an old hen
Old MacDonald he made us work but then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas and back on the road again
Me and you and a dog named Boo
In Birmingham they love the governor (boo, boo, boo)
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
I’m waking up at last with bitter aftertastes of guilt
Shooting deserters we fired at will
And there’s a silhouette, a faceless shape that we have built
Scratching the dirt on the distant hills
Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry
I’ve never worked out why I need to live this tainted life
You say that you see me, well I see you too
I look behind, what do you find, all but an empty room
Scratching the surface and you can’t get away
You’ve travelled far and so far you have nothing to say
Scratching the surface
You better come up for air
A new experience to get you there
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Would you like to glide in my beautiful balloon?
We could flow among the stars, together you and I
For we can fly, up, up and away
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can’t feel to grip and my toes too numb to step
Waiting only for my boot heels to be wandering
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come
You get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’ joob goo goo goo g’ joob
Here’s another clue for you all:
The walrus was Paul
And, of course, Henry The Horse dances the waltz!
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong.
“You’ll never take me alive!” said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?”
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi on a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous, she took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said:
“Do you come from a land down under, where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder, you better run, you better take cover.”
I done laid around and played around this old town too long.
Summer’s almost gone; yes, winter’s coming on.
Well, I’ve laid around and played around this old town too long,
And I feel like I’ve gotta travel on.
Winter is here again, oh Lord
Haven’t been home in a year or more
I hope she holds on a little longer
Sent a letter on a long summer day
Made of silver, not of clay
I’ve been runnin’ down this dusty road
It’s already yesterday and nobody’s answering
Disconnected, drift away, nobody’s questioning
Head of silver, feet of clay, who is surrendering
They fall in our heyday-I am remembering
Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold means so much more when I see
Silver and Gold decorations on every Christmas tree
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.
Don’t ever trust
Don’t ever trust the needle, it lies
Don’t ever trust
Don’t ever trust the needle when it cries, cries your name
Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel
Reachin’ towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell
Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed
We just called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.