Oh, the roads back east are mighty swell,
The Chesapeake, Ohio and the ASL,
But I make my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.
And the sound of the whistle at the cross in the road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flat car load
Becomes a part of the soul, and the heart and the mind
Of the boy who’s raised by the railroad line
Get up get dressed, have nothing to impress
Everybody make a chain, this train
Is the cheapest and the best
It’s better than real, under those wheels,
north, south, east and west
You are the station on the Candybar Express
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Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
with the barkers and the colored balloons
you can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain
though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon.
Billy the mountain,
A regular, picturesque,
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
With his stunning wife Ethel,
A tree!
If you’re looking for a helping hand,
He’ll give you one, you know he will.
If you’re looking for trouble, huh-uh, turn around,
You don’t want to mess with Billy from the hills.
The hills are alive, with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
Over the hills and through the woods
to grandmother’s house we’ll go
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the light and drifting snow
By-Tor and the Snow Dog
Prepare for battle
Let the fray begin!
Me and you and a dog named boo
Travellin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man
Freedom is a dusty road heading to a highway
Californian skyways will lead us where we wanna stay
Suddenly a summer breeze breaks a misty mornin’
There’s a new day dawning we’d better be on our way.
So love me love my dog
We’ve lived the road too long to break up
Love me live my life and travel through this land
I can’t leave a friend I promised that before we started
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
underneath the mistletoe last night
Well she can fuck off if she wants to
Cause she’ll do it anyway
And I won’t give her the pleasure of
Imploring her to stay
It’s a world of opportunity
So she’d best make up her mind
If she thinks she’s coming back to me
I might not wait behind
I know you’re leaving, it’s been so long overdue
for far too long, I’ve had nothing new to show to you
Daddy ain’t that bad, he just plays rough
I ain’t that scarred, when I’m covered up
I leave the light on
Yeah, I leave the light on
Little girl hiding underneath the bed
Was it something I did? Must be something I said
I leave the light on
I better leave the light on
Try to leave a light on when I’m gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it’s late at night you can look inside
You won’t feel so alone
When the lights go down in the city,
and the sun shines on the bay,
oh I want to be there,
in my city,
oh-oo-oooh, oh-oh-oh