In alphabetical order...
After the Gold Rush
Almost Cut My Hair
Broken Arrow
Carry Me
Cinnamon Girl
Country Girl
Carry On
Deja Vu
Down To The Wire
Eight Miles High
Expecting To Fly
Everybody I Love You
Find The Cost Of Freedom
For What It’s Worth
4+20
From Hank To Hendrix
Harvest
Harvest Moon
Heart Of Gold
Helpless
Helplessly Hoping
Homeward Thru The Haze
Guinevere
Just A Song Before I Go
Laughing
Like A Hurricane
Long May You Run
Love The One You’re With
Man In The Mirror
Mr. Tambourine Man
My Back Pages
My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue)
Music Is Love
Ohio
Old Man
Old Times Good Times
One Of These Days
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Our House
Rockin’ In The Free World
Silver And Gold
Simple Man
Southern Cross
Southern Man
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
Teach Your Children
The Loner
The Needle And The Damage Done
Turn! Turn! Turn!
Unknown Legend
Wasted On The Way
Woodstock
Word Game
My life is changing in so many ways, I don't know who to trust anymore.
There's a shadow running through my days like a beggar going from door to door.
I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid, find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean, fix my meals and go away.
A maid, a man needs a maid. A maid.
It's hard to make that change when life and love turns strange and old.
To give a love, you gotta live a love. To live a love, you gotta be, "part of."
When will I see you again?
A while ago somewhere, I don't know when, I was watching a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress, she was playing a part that I could understand.
A maid, a man needs a maid. A maid.
When will I see you again?
After the Gold Rush
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming, saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming and the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun that was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.
I was lying in a burned out basement with the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying in the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home.
Almost Cut My Hair
Almost cut my hair, it happened just the other day.
It's getting’ kinda long, I coulda said it wasn't in my way.
But I didn't and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly,
cause I feel like I owe it to someone.
Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas and I'm not feeling up to par.
It increases my paranoia, like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car.
But I'm not giving in an inch to fear cause I missed myself this year.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
When I finally get myself together, I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather.
And I find a place inside to laugh, separate the wheat from the chaff.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
Broken Arrow
The lights turned on and the curtain fell down.
And when it was over it felt like a dream,
they stood at the stage door and begged for a scream.
The agents had paid for the black limousine that waited outside in the rain.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river? They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered, brown skinned Indian on the banks
that were crowded and narrow held a broken arrow?
Eighteen years of American dream.
He saw that his brother had sworn on the wall,
he hung up his eyelids and ran down the hall,
his mother had told him a trip was a fall and don't mention babies at all.
Did you see him, did you see him?
Did you see him in the river? He was there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered, brown skinned Indian on the banks
that were crowded and narrow held a broken arrow?
The streets were lined for the wedding parade.
The Queen wore the white gloves, the county of song,
the black covered caisson her horses had drawn
protected her King from the sun rays of dawn. They married for peace and were gone.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river? They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered, brown skinned Indian on the banks
that were crowded and narrow held a broken arrow?
Carry Me
When I was a young man, I found an old dream.
It was as battered and worn a one, as you have ever seen.
I invented some new wings, and I painted a nose,
I wished so hard, up in the air, I rose, singing:
Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Carry me, carry me, carry me.
And I once loved a girl, she was younger than me.
Her parents kept her locked, up in their lives,
and she was crying, she was wishing she could be free.
Of course I mostly remember her laughing, standing there and watching us play.
For a while then, the music, would take her away and she'd be singing:
Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world.
Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world.
Then there was my mother,
she was lying in white sheets there and she was waiting to die.
She said if you just reach underneath this bed, and untie these weights, I could surely fly.
She's still smiling but she's tired, she'd like to hear that last bell ring.
You know if she still could she would, stand up, she would sing.
Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Carry me, carry me, carry me…
Cinnamon Girl
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl.
I could be happy the rest of my life with a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night.
You see us together, chasing the moonlight, my cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow,
the drummer relaxes and waits between shows for his cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night.
You see us together, chasing the moonlight, my cinnamon girl.
Pa sent me money now, I'm gonna make it somehow, I need another chance.
You see your baby loves to dance, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Country Girl
Winding paths through tables and glass, first flowers bloom.
Now watch the Summer pass so close to you.
Too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too young to leave.
“No pass out” sign on the door set me thinking.
Are waitresses paying the price of their winking?
While stars sit at bars and decide what they're drinking.
They stop by to die because it's faster than sinking.
Too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same,
too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too young to leave.
Find out that now was the answer to answers that you gave later.
She did the things that we all did before now but who forgave her?
If I could stand to see her crying, I would tell her not to care.
When she learns of all your lying, will she join you there?
Country girl I think you’re pretty, got to make you understand.
Have no lovers in the city, let me be your country man.
Got to make you understand, got to make you understand, country girl...
Carry On
One morning I woke up and I knew that you were gone.
A new day, a new way, I knew I should see it along.
Go your way, I'll go mine and carry on.
The sky is clearing and the night has gone out.
The sun, he come, the world is all full of light.
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.
The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song.
Now witness the quickness with which we get along.
To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and carry on.
Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all.
Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
lover, can you talk to me?
Girl, when I was on my own, chasing you down,
what was it made you run, trying your best just to get around?
The questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
lover, can you talk to me?
Déjà Vu
If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do. Don't you?
If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel,
I would probably know just how to deal with all of you..
And I feel like I've been here before. Feel like I've been here before.
And you know it makes me wonder what's going on under the ground.
Do you know? Don't you wonder what's going on down under you?
We have all been here before, we have all been here before.
We have all been here before, we have all been here before.
Down To The Wire
Every time you touch her, sets your hands on fire.
And every thing you've got is all that she requires.
And you hang on, hang on, hang on to the words of a liar.
You can feel it getting down to the wire.
All the hurt you thought was gone has now returned,
and every thing she's laughing at is all you learned.
And you let go, let go, let go cause you know you're getting tired.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?
Take the time to close your eyes and look around,
cause anyone who helped you out can let you down.
And look out, look out, look out, the voice is now the choir.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?
Eight Miles High
Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known.
Signs in the street that say where you're going are somewhere just being their own.
Nowhere is there warmth to be found among those afraid of losing their ground.
Rain gray town known for its sound in places small faces unbound.
Round the squares huddled in storms, some laughing, some just shapeless forms.
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines, some living, some standing alone.
Expecting To Fly
There you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, knowing that you'd gone.
By the summer it was healing, we had said goodbye.
All the years we'd spent with feeling ended with a cry.
Babe, ended with a cry, babe, ended with a cry.
I tried so hard to stand as I stumbled and fell to the ground.
So hard to laugh as I fumbled and reached for the love I found, knowing it was gone.
If I never lived without you, now you know I'd die.
If I never said I loved you, now you know I'd try.
Babe, now you know I'd try, babe, now you know I'd try, babe.
Everybody I Love You
Know you got to run, know you got to hide.
Still there is a great life engrained deep within your eyes.
Open up, open up, baby, let me in.
You expect for me to love you when you hate yourself my friend la, la, la...
Everybody I love you, everybody I do, oh, yes.
Though your heart is an answer, I need your love to get me through,
oh yeah, I really do now.
When I tell you I love you, when I tell you, you can believe that it's true, oh, yes it is.
Everybody I love you, everybody I do, oh, yes I really do now…
Find The Cost Of Freedom
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground.
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down.
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground.
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down.
For What It’s Worth
There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear.
There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I've got to beware.
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
There's battle lines are being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong.
Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind.
Time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
What a field day for the heat. A thousand people in the street
singing songs and carrying signs, mostly say "hooray for our side."
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep.
It starts when you're always afraid. Step outta line, the man come and take you away.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down.
We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down…
4+20
Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
and he worked like the devil to be more.
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so.
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
Guinevere
Guinevere had green eyes like yours, my lady, like yours
when she'd walk down through the garden in the morning after it rained.
Peacocks wandered aimlessly underneath an orange tree. Why can't she see me?
Guinevere drew pentagrams like yours, my lady, like yours
late at night when she thought that no one was watching at all on the wall.
She shall be free.
As she turns her gaze down the slope to the harbor where I lay, anchored for the day.
Guinevere had golden hair like yours, my lady, like yours,
streaming out when we'd ride through the warm wind down by the bay yesterday.
Seagulls circling endlessly, I sing in silent harmony. We shall be free.
From Hank To Hendrix
From Hank to Hendrix, I walked these streets with you.
Here I am with this old guitar, doing what I do.
I always expected that you should see me through.
I never believed in much but I believed in you.
Can we get it together, can we still stand side by side?
Can we make it last like a musical ride?
From Marilyn to Madonna, I always loved your smile.
Now we're headed for the big divorce, California-style.
I found myself singing like a long-lost friend.
The same thing that makes you live can kill you in the end.
Can we get it together, can we still stand side by side?
Can we make it last like a musical ride?
Sometime it's distorted, not clear to you.
Sometimes the beauty of love just comes ringing through.
New glass in the window, new leaf on the tree,
new distance between us, you and me.
Can we get it together, can we still stand side by side?
Can we make it last like a musical ride?
Harvest
Did I see you down in a young girl's town with your mother in so much pain?
I was almost there at the top of the stairs with her screaming in the rain.
Did she wake you up to tell you that it was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup with the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys, though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face in a lonely place when you could understand?
Did she wake you up to tell you that it was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup with the promise of a man.
Will I see you give more than I can take? Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past will we lose our grasp or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up to tell you that it was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup with the promise of a man.
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup with the promise of a man.
Harvest Moon
Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say.
Just like children sleeping, we could dream this night away.
But there's a full moon rising, let's go dancing in the light.
We know where the music's playing, let's go out and feel the night.
Because I'm still in love with you, I want to see you dance again,
because I'm still in love with you on this harvest moon.
When we were strangers, I watched you from afar.
When we were lovers, I loved you with all my heart.
But now it's getting late and the moon is climbing high.
I want to celebrate, see it shining in your eyes.
Because I'm still in love with you, I want to see you dance again,
because I'm still in love with you on this harvest moon.
Because I'm still in love with you, I want to see you dance again,
because I'm still in love with you on this harvest moon.
Heart Of Gold
I want to live, I want to give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give
that keep me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old.
I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood, I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
that keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old..
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold, you keep me searching and I'm growing old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold, I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
Helplessly Hoping
Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word.
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly,
only to trip at the sound of goodbye.
Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wonders at the empty place inside.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries,
did he hear a goodbye? Or even hello?
They are one person, they are two alone, they are three together, they are for each other.
Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain to tell you confusion has its cost.
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers, saying she is lost and choking on hello.
They are one person, they are two alone, they are three together, they are for each other.
Helpless
There is a town in north Ontario, with dream, comfort, memory to spare.
And in my mind I still need a place to go, all my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars, yellow moon on the rise,
big birds flying across the sky throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless…
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door, baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars, yellow moon on the rise,
big birds flying across the sky throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless…
Homeward Thru The Haze
First rain of winter, first fall from grace, first hollow echo in the halls of praise.
How could Samson, blind as a bat, have gone and torn down the temples like that?
How could little Caesar know where of he spoke when all of his wheels are turning into a joke?
Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze.
Soul of a rag picker, mind of a slug keeps sweeping problems under my rug.
All of my fine, fair weather friends will have no more time to make their amends.
Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze.
Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze.
Just A Song Before I Go
Just a song before I go, to whom it may concern.
Travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned.
When the shows were over, we had to get back home,
and when we opened up the door I had to be alone.
She helped me with my suitcase, she stands before my eyes,
driving me to the airport and to the friendly skies.
Going through security I held her for so long.
She finally looked at me in love, and she was gone.
Just a song before I go, a lesson to be learned.
Travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned.
Laughing
I thought I met a man who said he knew a man who knew what was going on.
I was mistaken, only another stranger that I knew.
I thought that I'd found a light to guide me through my night and all this darkness.
I was mistaken, only reflections of a shadow that I'd saw.
And I thought if I've seen someone who's seen at last to know the truth.
I was mistaken, only a child laughing in the sun. Ah, in the sun.
Like A Hurricane
Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar, dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam, I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eye.
And I'm getting blown away to somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm getting blown away.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream, you could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips, that perfect feeling when time just slips
away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eye.
And I'm getting blown away to somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm getting blown away.
You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream. You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips, that perfect feeling when time just slips
away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eye.
And I'm getting blown away to somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm getting blown away.
Long May You Run
We've been through some things together with trunks of memories still to come.
We found things to do in stormy weather, long may you run.
Long may you run, long may you run, although these changes have come.
With your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run.
Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962 when I last saw you alive.
But we missed that shift on the long decline, long may you run.
Long may you run, long may you run, although these changes have come.
With your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run.
Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now with those waves singing "Caroline"
Rolling down that empty ocean road, getting to the surf on time.
Long may you run, long may you run, although these changes have come.
With your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run.
Long may you run, long may you run, although these changes have come.
With your chrome heart shining in the sun, long may you run.
Love The One You’re With
If you're down, and confused and you don't remember, who you're talking to.
Concentration slips away cause your baby is so far away.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.
Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't sit crying over good times you had.
There's a girl, right next to you and she's just waiting for something to do.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.
Turn your heartache right into joy. She's a girl and you're a boy.
So get it together, make it nice and you won’t need any more advice.
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with,
love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with.
Mr. Tambourine Man
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand,
left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet
and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade,
cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
Man In The Mirror
On the end of a tight rope, I'm over the town.
I'd be good in a circus but so would a clown.
From the way that I feel, all my hang-ups are down.
In the middle of nowhere, I found me a tree
and the fruit that we live on reminds me of me.
Though we live in the air, I'm not sure that we're free.
And I don't really have much to say cause I'm living from day to day somewhere.
And I don't care what the people say cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere.
Two and two make four, they never make five,
and as long as we know it, we all can survive.
Make sure that the things we do keep us alive.
And I don't really have much to say cause I'm living from day to day somewhere.
And I don't care what the people say cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere.
Is the image I'm making the image I see when the man in the mirror is talking to me?
My Back Pages
Crimson flames tied through my ears, throwing high and mighty traps
Countless fire and flaming road, using ideas as my maps.
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed.
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull, I dreamed.
Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach,
fearing not I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach.
My pathway led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect,
deceived me into thinking I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue)
My my, hey hey rock and roll is here to stay.
It's better to burn out than to fade away, my my, hey hey.
Out of the blue and into the black, they give you this, but you pay for that.
And once you're gone, you can never come back
when you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten. This is the story of a Johnny Rotten.
It's better to burn out than it is to rust, the king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my, rock and roll can never die.
There's more to the picture than meets the eye, hey hey, my my.
Music Is Love
Everybody's saying music is love, everybody's saying it's,
you know it is, everyone, yes, everyone.
Everybody's saying music, music is love, everybody's saying that music is love.
Everybody's saying it's love…
Put on your colors and run come see, everybody's saying that music's for free.
Take off your clothes and lie in the sun, everybody's saying that music's for fun.
Ohio
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio,
four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, how many more?
Four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, home many more?
Old Man
Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life, twenty-four and there's so much more.
Live alone in a paradise that makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost, give me things that don't get lost,
like a coin that won't get tossed, rolling home to you.
Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you,
I need someone to love me the whole day through.
Have one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Lullabies, look in your eyes, run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.
I've been first and last, look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last, rolling home to you.
Old man, take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you,
I need someone to love me the whole day through.
Have one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
Old Times Good Times
When I was young and needed my time alone, jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou.
Bogafalaya River was dark and cold, seven years old, I couldn't find my way home.
Old times, good times. Old times, good times.
When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar, got myself a job in a Jax beer bar.
Got myself together, went to New Orleans, found myself working for rice and beans.
Old times, good times. Old times, good times.
New York City was so damned cold, I had to get out of that town before I got old.
California, rock and roll dream, got too high and we blew our whole scene,
but we had a good time.
Old times, good times. Old times, good times…
One Of These Days
One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter
to all the good friends I've known.
And I'm gonna try and thank them all for the good times together,
though so apart we've grown.
One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter
to all the good friends I've known.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
and it won't be long, it won't be long.
And I'm gonna thank, that old country fiddler
and all those rough boys who play that rock 'n' roll.
I never tried to burn any bridges though I know I let some good things go.
One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter
to all the good friends I've known.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
and it won't be long, it won't be long.
From down in L.A. all the way to Nashville,
from New York City to my Canadian prairie home,
my friends are scattered like leaves from an old maple. Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter
to all the good friends I've known.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
and it won't be long, it won't be long.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
and it won't be long, it won't be long.
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
When you were young and on your own, how did it feel to be alone?
I was always thinking of games that I was playing, trying to make the best of my time.
But only love can break your heart, try to be sure right from the start.
Yes, only love can break your heart. What if your world should fall apart?
I have a friend I've never seen, he hides his head inside a dream.
Someone should call him and see if he can come out, try to lose the down that he's found.
But only love can break your heart, try to be sure right from the start.
Yes, only love can break your heart. What if your world should fall apart?
I have a friend I've never seen, he hides his head inside a dream.
Yes, only love can break your heart. Yes, only love can break your heart…
Our House
I'll light the fire, you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you
play your love songs all night long for me, only for me.
Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good.
Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the
sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you.
Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard,
now everything is easy cause of you and our la, la, la…
Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard,
now everything is easy cause of you and our
I'll light the fire, you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
Rockin’ In The Free World
There's colors on the street, red, white and blue.
People shuffling their feet, people sleeping in their shoes.
But there's a warning sign on the road ahead.
There's a lot of people saying we'd be better off dead.
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them, so I try to forget it, any way I can.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand
under an old street light near a garbage can.
Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit,
she hates her life, and what she's done to it.
There's one more kid that will never go to school,
never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
We got a thousand points of light for the homeless man.
We got a kinder, gentler machine gun hand.
We got department stores and toilet paper, got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says, keep hope alive, got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, keep on rockin' in the free world.
Simple Man
I am a simple man, so I sing a simple song.
Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time.
I am a simple man and I play a simple tune,
I wish that I could see you once again across the room like the first time.
I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down.
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around and I can't make it alone.
The ending of the tale is the singing of the song.
Make me proud to be your man only you can make me strong like the last time.
I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down.
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around and I can't make it alone.
Silver And Gold
Working hard every day, never notice how the time slips away.
People come, seasons go, we got something that'll never grow old.
I don't care if the sun don't shine and the rain comes pouring down on me and mine,
cause our kind of love never seems to get old, it's better than silver and gold.
I used to have a treasure chest, got so heavy that I had to rest.
I let it slip away from me, didn't need it anyway so I let it slip away.
I don't care if the sun don't shine and the rain comes pouring down on me and mine,
cause our kind of love never seems to get old, it's better than silver and gold.
I don't care if the sun don't shine and the rain comes pouring down on me and mine,
cause our kind of love never seems to get old, it's better than silver and gold.
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
we got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
you understand now why you came this way.
Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
and we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you at the Southern Cross.
Southern Man
Southern man, better keep your head. Don't forget what your good book said.
Southern change gonna come at last, now your crosses are burning fast, Southern man.
I saw cotton and I saw black, tall white mansions and little shacks.
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long?
Southern man, better keep your head. Don't forget what your good book said.
Southern change gonna come at last, now your crosses are burning fast, Southern man.
Lilly Belle, your hair is golden brown, I've seen your black man coming round.
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down.
I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long?
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ‘I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby-
it's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose.
I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow,
sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,
asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change by life, make it right, be my lady.
Teach Your Children
You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,
and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you (can you hear?), of the tender years (do you care?)
can't know the fears (can't you see we) that your elders grew by (must be free to),
and so please help them (teach your children) with your youth (to believe),
they seek the truth (make a world that) before they can die (we can live in).
Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,
and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
The Loner
He's a perfect stranger, like a cross of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger and a changer of the ways he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger and the keeper of the key to the locks.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him. Step aside, open wide, it's the loner.
If you see him in the subway, he'll be down at the end of the car,
watching you move until he knows, he knows who you are.
When you get off at your station alone, he'll know that you are.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him. Step aside, open wide, it's the loner.
There was a woman he knew about a year or so ago.
She had something that he needed and he pleaded with her not to go.
On the day that she left, he died, but it did not show.
Know when you see him, nothing can free him. Step aside, open wide, it's the loner.
The Needle And The Damage Done
I caught you knocking at my cellar door.
“I love you, baby, can I have some more”, ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band, I watched the needle take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I sing the song because I love the man. I know that some of you don't understand.
Milk-blood to keep from running out.
I've seen the needle and the damage done, a little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a setting sun.
Turn! Turn! Turn!
To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep.
To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down, a time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together.
To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing.
To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend, a time to sew.
A time to love, a time to hate, a time for peace, I swear it's not too late.
Unknown Legend
She used to work in a diner, never saw a woman look finer.
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor.
She grew up in a small town, never put her roots down.
Daddy always kept moving, so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson,
her long blonde hair flying in the wind.
She's been running half her life, the chrome and steel she rides
colliding with the very air she breathes, the air she breathes.
You know it ain't easy, you got to hold on. She was an unknown legend in her time.
Now she's dressing two kids, looking for a magic kiss,
she gets the far-away look in her eyes.
Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson,
her long blonde hair flying in the wind.
She's been running half her life, the chrome and steel she rides
colliding with the very air she breathes, the air she breathes.
Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson,
her long blonde hair flying in the wind.
She's been running half her life, the chrome and steel she rides
colliding with the very air she breathes, the air she breathes.
Wasted On The Way
Look around me, I can see my life before me, running rings around the way it used to be.
I am older now, I have more than what I wanted
but I wish that I had started long before I did.
And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn,
time we have wasted on the way.
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away.
Oh, when you were young, did you question all the answers?
Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve?
Look round you now, you must go for what you wanted.
Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved.
And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn,
time we have wasted on the way.
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away.
And there's so much love to make up everywhere you turn,
love we have wasted on the way.
So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away.
Let the water come and carry us away.
Woodstock
Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road
and I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me:
Well, I’m going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land, set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog.
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
and everywhere there was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky,
turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil’s bargain,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Word Game
Would you knock a man down if you didn't like the cut of his clothes?
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves.
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
or else you don't know what to do, or maybe I'm singing about you, who knows?
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows.
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows.
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go.
You can feel it as it's rumbling, let emotions keep a-tumbling,
then, as cities start to crumbling, mostly empty bellies grumbling here we go.
People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown.
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow.
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow.
I was told that life is change and yet history remains, does it always stay the same?
Do we shrug it off and say, ‘only God knows?’
By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto,
try and help, but they don't know why folks treat them cold.
And the rich keep getting richer, and the rest of us just keep getting old.
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian,
if you don't you will be missing High Mass or the evening show,
and the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown.
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they owe.
And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know.
I have seen these things with my very own eyes,
and defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die.
American propaganda, South African lies will not force me to take up arms,
that's my enemy's pride and I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides.
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
because his children, they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up
with bigots and their silver cups, they're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright.