You’ve got a grin on your face and I’m trying to hide
You throw fire balls and I’m tired of fighting
You want my Soul
No! you’re not getting my Soul
It is well with my soul.
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason
Heart and soul, I fell in love with you,
Heart and soul, the way a fool would do,
Madly…
Because you held me tight,
And stole a kiss in the night…
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity runnin’ wild
Cruisin’ and playin’ the radio
With no particular place to go
She wasn’t 2 bright
But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
Not a shirt on my back,
Not a penny to my name.
Lord, I can’t go home this a-way.
I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger,
A-traveling through this world of woe.
Rambling 'round your city
Rambling ‘round your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin’ 'round
Rambling around this dusty old town
Singing for nickels and dimes.
Times getting rough, I ain’t got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine.
I’m a ramblin’ guy
R-A-M-B-L-I-N apostrophe
oh yes, I’m ramblin’
If when we die, we go somewhere
Bet you a dollar he’s rambling there.
And here’s to you my rambling boy.
May all your rambling bring you joy.
If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why,
And you wish that you were a rambler too;
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up and bar the door,
Thank your stars for the roof that’s over you.
(Wow! Two Tom Paxton lyrics in a row! To make it a triple play)
Then, “My!” said the turtle as the clock struck three,
“The hour is growing very late for me.”
“Not at all,” said the rabbit. “And I’ll tell you why,
We still haven’t counted every star in the sky”.
Said Jenny “Let’s try.”
Mister Gator he’s a-slidin’ down the bayou
Mister Buzzard he’s a-glidin’ through the air
Mister Turtle be a-hittin’ the highway
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
Wally Gator is a swinging alligator in the swamp.
He’s the greatest perculator when he really starts to romp.
There has never been a greater operator in the swamp.
See ya later, Wally Gator.
See you later alligator,
In a while crocodile,
See you later alligator,
In a while crocodile
Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun
Sleeping by the river just like he usually done
Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea
Call all he want to but he can’t call me