Boy, you’re going to carry that weight,
Carry that weight a long time
I shall call the pebble Dare
I shall call the pebble Dare
We will walk, we will talk together
We will talk
About walking Dare shall be carried
And when we both have had enough
I will take him from my shoe, singing
“Meet your new road!”
And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
And I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I’ve been everywhere, and still I’m standing tall
I’ve seen a million faces and I’ve rocked them all
We’re gonna rock this town
Rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town
Make 'em scream and shout
I get off on '57 Chevys;
I get off on screaming guitar.
Like the way it hits me every time it hits me.
I’ve got a rock and roll, I’ve got a rock and roll heart.
The beat is yours for ever
The beat is always true
And when you really really need it the most, that’s when rock and roll dreams come through,
for you
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating
And from what I’ve seen I believe ‘em
Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of rock and roll, the heart o’ rock n’ roll is still beating
Rocka rolla woman for a rocka rolla man
You can take her if you want her
If you think you can
Rocka rolla woman for a rocka rolla man
You can take her if you want her you can
She got up. She was a big woman. BIG woman.
Her name was Bertha. Bertha Butt.
She was one of the Butt sisters.
Ev’ry mornin’ at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew, ya didn’t give no lip to Big John
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
A sixty-ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather’s fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day’s work
And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’
So hush little baby, Don’t you cry
And every night after he shall die
Yes every night when he’s gone
The wind will sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don’t you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He’ll love you till he dies
Way down on the prairie where cowflop is thick
Where women are women and cowboys come quick
There lived pretty Charlotte, the girl we adore
The pride of the prairie, the cowpuncher’s whore
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
Put on your new shoes
Put on your gown
Shake off them sad blues
The Big Ball’s in town
Big Ball’s in Cowtown
We’ll all go down
Big Ball’s in Cowtown
We’ll dance around