She took my silver spurs,
A dollar and a dime.
And left me craving for
More summer wine.
Silver spurs and gold tequila
You know they keep me hangin’ on
Pretty girls in old cantinas give me shelter from the storm
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, never…
You say you fear I’ll change my mind
And I won’t require you
Never my love
Never my love
Change changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
Well, I’m a lucky man
With fire in my hands
Happiness, something in my own place
I’m standing naked smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar’s palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.
Morning comes at last, and she’s lying by my side
She’s got the face of the widow that keeps following me
And the body of my bride
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning’s door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight
Awoke today, felt your side of the bed;
The covers were still warm where you been layin’.
You were gone, oh gone, my heart was filled with dread;
You might not be sleeping here again.
No regrets no love no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears
Bed’s too big without you
The bed’s too big without you
Jesse come home, there’s a hole in the bed
Where we slept; now it’s growing cold.
Jesse your face, in the place where we lay
By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
Jessie is a friend
Yeah I know he’s been a good friend of mine
But lately something’s changed, it ain’t hard to define
Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine
And the friends that you trusted, left you all busted
And the hills that you climb are all steep
Yeah your lovers and cronies have all turned out phonies, sold you a bag full of bones
I’ll keep waiting there still on that last final hill
And I will 'til the cows come home
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound.
And it’s good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Well, you take some skins
Jazz begins
Oh my my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”