Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away…
I’ll be locked here in this cell
Til my body’s just a shell
And my hair turns whiter than snow
I’ll never see that gal of mine
Lord, I’m in Georgia doin’ time
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia brown
Two left feet, oh so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and want to die for Sweet Georgia Brown
I’ll tell you just why, you know I don’t lie not much
All those gifts, those courters give to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down
Oh boy, tip your hat, oh joy, she’s the cat
Who’s that, mister? It ain’t a sister, Sweet Georgia Brown
He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field to weed is lookin’ thin
And the train conductor says
“Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We’ve been on this shift too long.”
And the train conductor says,
“Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break.
We can reach our destination, but it’s still a ways away”
But it’s still a ways away
Now you think you’re wiser because you’re older,
And you think that money buys everything,
And you think that you need no one to guide you,
But you’re still a long way from home.
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord, I’m three,
Lord, I’m four, Lord, I’m five hundred miles a way from home.
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home,
Lord, I’m five hundred miles away from home.
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name. Lord, I can’t go back home this-a way.
This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way, Lord, I can’t go back home this-a way.
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Crawlin’ home at five AM
(Lord, this sidewalk sure is hard)
I guess I drank too much again
Help me make it through the yard
II don’t care who’s right or wrong
I don’t try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
'Cause tonight I need a friend
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night.
Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
And the night is so black that the darkness cooks
And you come creeping around
Making me do things I don’t want to do
Say hey, good lookin’ - what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cooking somethin’ up with me?
Hey, sweet baby - don’t you think maybe
We can find us a brand new recipe?
Got home early one morning,
Much to my surprise,
She was eating chicken and dumplings
With some other guy.
No more bread and butter,
No more toast and jam,
I found my baby eating
With some other man.
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
What’s that in the bread? It’s gone to my head,
'Till this morning is this evening, life is fine.
Always hoped that I’d be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they’ll all talk about us when we’ve died
Paul is making me nervous
Paul is making me scared
Walk into this room and swaggers
Like he’s God’s own messenger
Changed the name of my brother
Changed the things that he said
Says he speaks to him
But he never even knew the man
But I’d give my life for him
Off into the world we go, planning futures, shaping years.
Love bursts in and suddenly all our wisdom disappears.
Love makes fools of everyone: all the rules we make are broken.
Yes, love, love changes everyone: live or perish, in its flame.
Love will never ever let you be the same.
Love will never ever let you be the same!
Love
Love will keep us together
Think of me babe, whenever
Some sweet-talking girl comes along, singing her song
Don’t mess around, you’ve just got to be strong
Too shy we are to come right out and say it
Too sly to let the other one know
Head full of this kaleidoscope of brain-freight
Heart full of something simple and slow
Love is not the only thing
It’s the best thing
Love is never everything
But it’s the best thing
Love can make you happy if you fine someone who cares
To give a life time to you and who has a love to share.
Love, look at the two of us
Strangers in many ways
We’ve got a lifetime to share
So much to say
Well, the old man was a stranger, but I’d heard his song before,
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door.
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor,
And lonesome was more than a state of mind.
You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
If you don’t wanna join him, you got to beat him.
I ain’t sayin’ I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.