like to drink some wine i'd like to wake up numb like all my friends there's a road to where i came from it gets longer all the time there's a road to
neighborhood. I got a real live horseshoe, And I hung it upside-down above my door. But it don't do nothing to impress you, So I don't know what the hell it's
got hung up on a showgirl Now I look like I'm a scarecrow I might as well go on a talk show CHORUS And this ain't home anymore Ita?s just four walls
half-cocked. (I sometimes do.) You think it's funny, but I know it ain't no joke. There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke
Alamo, I don't recall who won They had swords, they had horses, I hear we had mighty guns Like the ones from Navarone last night on Channel 21 It's a
Well the room was Mediterranean and the meaning was two- fold We got busted by your mother though you're 29 years old And the pictures wrapped in cellophane
me Steal the sideshow, burn the disco Slide into the sea I'm a thinking person, and I think that it's wrong To keep on saying true love's waiting When
I was in a real bad way When you turned the power on And you made me feel for all the world Like I was the king of all the world I was on a window ledge
that you can't live your Dad's dream Had pretty thin skin to be in the machine Then I found a guitar and the rest's a fanzine Who's to say that's wrong
to me But this is the moonlight The very same moonlight So how happy can I be? Now I'm alone, and I'm at large What kind of fool puts me in charge? God, it's
was alone -- you were away In Fayetteville or in another state There's so many towns I hate When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone But it's never
There was a fine rain There was a red wine There was a long whistle and it was a good sign There was a band playin' Somewhere upstream There was a girl
And the hole In the screen is barely big enough for you And not near enough for me to go And the whole damn complicated Situation could've been
In the court of our friends' opinion In the righteous? eyes of all our friends in the way the phone goes dead in the way you use your head i can see
Nineteen Is not the age of reason. I didn't have a reason For setting you free. I've seen A lot of love go sour. But that's not our love. You see the
By the time you leave I'll be saving all my green For a homebound train to carry me On old familiar steam. I wish you'd hurry up, And leave or come
train It's only been a light rain, and a darkened sky and a starry night I'm humming on a cold train I'm singing about the wreck of the Old 97 CHORUS
woke from a dream Her head was on fire Why was he so nervous? He took her to the park She crossed her arms And lowered her eyelids Some day somebody's