Every time I try to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can’t tell you why
All I know is that to me
You look like you’re havin’ fun
Open up your lovin’ arms
Watch out, here I come
You spin me right round, baby.
I got a dance that ain’t got no steps, I’m gonna let the music move me around
Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere
And how much misery can one soul take?
Trying to fly away might have been your first mistake
Poor bird flies up in the air
Never getting anywhere
Rise up this mornin’
Smiled with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying’, (this is my message to you)
Singing’ don’t worry 'bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing’ don’t worry (don’t worry) 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Woke up. Fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Made my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
It’s a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
If I could make it to the border
If I could make it to the coast
If I could make it to the border
I’d be in the arms of the girl I love the most
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do,
Do, do, do, make it to the border
Holy Moses I have been deceived
Now the wind has changed direction and I’ll have to leave
Won’t you please excuse my frankness but it’s not my cup of tea
Holy Moses I have been deceived
I’m going back to the border
Where my affairs, my affairs ain’t abused
I can’t take any more bad water
Been poisoned from my head down to my shoes
Well I’m sad to say
I’m on my way
Won’t be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is spinning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
You got nothin’ to hide and everybody knows it’s true
Too bad, little girl, it’s all over for you… ha-ha-ha-ha
There’s nothing to fear (but fear itself)
There’s nothing to fear (but fear itself)
And the temperature’s starting to drop now
The temperature’s starting to drop now
The temperature’s starting to drop now…
Running down the scale from red to blue
Dreams are lost, fire turns to frost as it dawns on you
That the same way I feel when it starts
So I know when it stops
And I only want to live by the heart
I’ll tell you when the temperature drops
You’re cold as ice
You’re willing to sacrifice our love
Oh, I’m not afraid
I’m giving into grievances again
You’re looking at an absolute zero
I’m not the devil but I won’t be your hero
Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as Billy started to go she said, keep your pretty head low
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back to me
I heard his fiancée got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw the letter away
Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
Well, I hits him with everything I had right square between the eyes.
I says, I’m gonna get you, you son of a bitch for spouting that pack of lies.
If there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s an ethnocentric racist;
Now you take back that thing you said about Aristitle Onassis.
No, they ain’t making Jews like Jesus anymore,
We don’t turn the other cheek the way we done before.
You could hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor
Lord, they ain’t making Jews like Jesus anymore!
He didn’t show me much compassion
When I tried to walk that line
As he put those handcuffs on me
I said, “give me one more try.”
He never even cracked a smile
When he threw me in the car
So I said, “Sir, if you don’t mind,
Oh, would you drop me off in a bar.”
I need a honky tonk song a cold cold beer
A hardwood floor a smoky atmosphere
A pocket full of change to last me all night long
I gotta hear old Hank a moanin’ a honky tonk song.
I laid a divorcee in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then she covered me in roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues