(John Farrar) Hey boy, I better warn you To make your reservation Your exit's overdue I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh I've known him
Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder
When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup Over hills and meadows we'd play Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun We grew up together that way
I walked through a county courthouse square On a park bench an old man was sitting there I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down" He said, "No
Well, it was a time on earth When in the books of heaven An old account was standing For sins yet unforgiven My name was at the top And many things below
Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh,
There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old town tonight There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old
It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion I got on board early one mornin' I got on board Ain't no danger in the
Could they call your name much louder Those sirens on the shore Arresting your attention Standing easy by the door Deny them if you want to Defy
Oh, the blue sea Stretched out before me Is not half as big as my burden But soon it will lift from shoulders The sun's going to shine on my garden Someday
Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse
Hey I'm just an old chunk of coal But I'm gonna be a diamond some day I'm gonna grow and glow till I'm so blue pure perfect I'm gonna put a smile on everybody
She's got the mind of a child And a body peaking over the hill Well, she would if she could And she should but nobody will With her nails painted red
I thought we were gonna make that bridge, what did I know? Me and my expectations was always high 'Like A Rolling Stone' is playing on the radio It made
Sometimes I don?t like being where I am No matter what I?d rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine With a thousand paper cuts I?m uncomfortable
I was thinking back to the first time we met Over plangent chords in a sad vignette You were waving goodbye in a cherry red corvette And your lips were
Twenty years and we?re still on the beat Stretchin? out and goin? for it I don?t know if these ends will ever meet Thing with love is you can?t store
No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn?t talk about it much I listen when she does And when she?s
