Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
I’m a-rolling on, I’m a-rolling on,
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here I lie.
I’m rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye
Mama came to the door with a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, “Don’t cry Mama, smile and wave goodbye.”
Don’t you know? Don’t you know?
So long, Mom, I’ve off to drop the bomb,
So don’t wait up for me.
But as you swelter down there in your shelter
You can see me on your TV.
Is our secret safe tonight
And are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Earth below us, drifting, falling.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
Nothing worth doing that I haven’t tried.
There ain’t no living on planet-side,
Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.
No more speed, I’m almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow
He won’t let you pass him, He won’t let you by
You curse him he can’t hear you, You wish that he would die.
He’s Snailman!! (Snailman)
You don’t really love that guy you make it with, now, do you
I know you don’t love that guy 'cause I can see right through you
I am, I am, I am Superman, and I know what’s happening
I am, I am, I am Superman, and I can do anything
To him, life is a great big bang up
Whenever there’s a hang up
You’ll find the Spider man.
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy you’re bound to die.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in a river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall.
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.
I don’t know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don’t know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
You hide behind the oak tree
You hide behind the oak tree
Stay out of danger 'til I return