A Boy Named Sue
Five Feet High and Risin'
Folsom Prison Blues
I Still Miss Someone
I Walk the Line
Long Black Veil
Man In Black
Ring Of Fire
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Hurt
Chad And Jeremy
Four Strong Winds
A Summer Song
Counting Crows
A Long December
A Murder Of One
Recovering The Satellites
Round Here
Rain King
Jim Croce
Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels)
Photographs and Memories
Time In A Bottle
I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
These Dreams
Age
Bad Bad Leroy Brown
I Got a Name
You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Christopher Cross
Arthur’s Theme
Never Be The Same
Ride Like The Wind
Sailing
Think Of Laura
Sheryl Crow
Leaving Las Vegas
Strong Enough
Can't Cry Anymore
All I Wanna Do
A Change (Would Do You Good)
If It Makes You Happy
Everyday is a Winding Road
My Favorite Mistake
Soak Up The Sun
My daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did
was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.'
Well, he must o' thought that it was quite a joke and it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.'
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, my fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars that I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
and kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud, there at a table, dealing stud
sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.'
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old, and I looked at him and my blood ran cold
and I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes and he went down but, to my surprise,
he come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street
kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, he went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
he stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye, I knew you'd have to get tough or die
and it's that name that helped to make you strong."
He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight and I know you hate me, and you got the right
to kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die for the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun and I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
and I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then, every time I try and every time I win,
and if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
Five Feet High and Risin'
How high's the water, mama? Two feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin’.
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat, that's the only thing we got left that'll float.
It's already over all the wheat and the oats, two feet high and rising.
How high's the water, mama? Three feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, papa? Three feet high and risin’.
Well, the hives are gone, I've lost my bees, the chickens are sleepin' in the willow trees.
Cow's in water up past her knees, three feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, mama? Four feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, papa? Four feet high and risin’.
Hey, come look through the window pane, the bus is comin', gonna take us to the train.
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain, four feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, mama? Five feet high and risin’.
How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin’.
Well the rails are washed out north of town, we gotta head for higher ground.
We can't come back till the water comes down, Five feet high and risin’.
Well, it's five feet high and risin’.
Folsom Prison Blues
I hear the train a-coming, it's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on.
But that train keeps a-rolling on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my Momma told me, "Son,
always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars,
but I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free,
but those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line,
far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
I Still Miss Someone
At my door the leaves are falling, a cold wild wind has come.
Sweethearts walk by together and I still miss someone.
I go out on a party and look for a little fun,
but I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone.
Oh, I never got over those blues eyes, I see them every where.
I miss those arms that held me when all the love was there.
I wonder if she's sorry for leaving what we'd begun.
There's someone for me somewhere and I still miss someone.
Oh, I never got over those blues eyes, I see them every where.
I miss those arms that held me when all the love was there.
I wonder if she's sorry for leaving what we'd begun.
There's someone for me somewhere and I still miss someone.
I Walk The Line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds. Because you're mine, I walk the line.
I find it very, very easy to be true, I find myself alone when each day is through.
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you, because you're mine, I walk the line.
As sure as night is dark and day is light, I keep you on my mind both day and night.
And happiness I've known proves that it's right, because you're mine, I walk the line.
You've got a way to keep me on your side, you give me cause for love that I can't hide.
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide, because you're mine, I walk the line.
Long Black Veil
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night, someone was killed ‘neath the town hall light.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
The judge said, son what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life, for I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife.
She walks these hills in a long black veil, she visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near, she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But late at night, when the north wind blows, in a long black veil, she cries oe’r my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil, she visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
Man In Black
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, why you never see bright colors on my back?
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone?
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, living in the hopeless, hungry side of town.
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
but is there because he's a victim of the time.
I wear the black for those, who've never read or listened to the words, that Jesus said
about the road to happiness, through love and charity,
why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doing mighty fine, I do suppose in our streak-of-lightning cars and fancy clothes,
but just so we're reminded of, the ones who are held back,
up front there ought to be a man in black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old, for the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mourning, for the lives that could have been,
each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And I wear it for the thousands who have died, believing that the Lord was on their side.
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, believing that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right, I know and things need changing everywhere you go.
But until we start to make a move to make a few things right
you'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Oh, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day and tell the world that everything's okay.
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, till things are brighter, I'm the man in black.
Ring Of Fire
Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet when hearts like ours meet.
I fell for you like a child, oh, but the fire went wild.
I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire…
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt,
then I washed my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking,
cut I lit my first and watched a small boy cussing at a can that he'd been kicking.
I crossed the empty street, caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
and it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone.
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.
And there ain't nothing short of dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he'd been swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, listened to the songs that they were singing.
I headed down the road, somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
and it echoed through the canyon like a disappearing dream of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone.
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.
And there ain't nothing short of dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down.
Hurt
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar stin. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear. You are someone else, I am still right here.
What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.
Four Strong Winds
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high.
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone and I'm bound for moving on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
Think I'll go down to Alberta where there's good times in the fall.
I've got some friends that I can stay with working for.
But I wish you'd change your mind, if I ask you one more time,
but we've been through that a hundred times or more
If I get there before the snow flies and if things are looking good,
I could meet you if I sent you down the fare.
But by then it would be winter, there ain't too much for you to do.
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there.
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high.
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone and I'm bound for moving on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
A Summer Song
Trees swaying in the summer breeze, showing off their silver leaves as we walked by.
Soft kisses on a summer's day, laughing all our cares away, just you and I.
Sweet sleepy warmth of summer nights, gazing at the distant lights in the starry sky.
They say that all good things must end some day, autumn leaves must fall.
But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to you.
Wish you didn't have to go, no, no, no, no.
And when the rain beats against my windowpane,
I'll think of summer days again and dream of you.
They say that all good things must end some day, autumn leaves must fall.
But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to you.
Wish you didn't have to go, no, no, no, no.
And when the rain beats against my windowpane,
I'll think of summer days again and dream of you. And dream of you.
A Long December
A long December and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving, now the days go by so fast.
And it's one more day up in the canyons and it's one more night in Hollywood.
If you think that I could be forgiven, I wish you would.
The smell of hospitals in winter and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls.
All at once you look across a crowded room to see the way that light attaches to a girl.
And it's one more day up in the canyons and it's one more night in Hollywood.
If you think you might come to California, I think you should.
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m. and talked a little while about the year.
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
and it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
maybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.
And it's one more day up in the canyon and it's one more night in Hollywood.
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean, I guess I should.
A Murder Of One
Blue morning, blue morning wrapped in strands of fist and bone.
Curiosity, kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own.
You can look outside your window, he doesn't have to know.
We can talk awhile, baby, we can take it nice and slow.
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame. All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.
Are you happy where you're sleeping? Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry? Does he tell you when you're wrong?
I've been watching you for hours, it's been years since we were born.
We were perfect when we started, I've been wondering where we've gone.
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame. All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow,
casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows.
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold and seven for a secret never to be told.
There's a bird that nests inside you, sleeping underneath your skin.
When you open up your wings to speak, I wish you'd let me in.
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame. All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.
Open up your eyes, you can see the flames of your wasted life, you should be ashamed.
You don't want to waste your life, you don't want to waste your life…
I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me.
I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me…
Change, change, change…
Recovering The Satellites
Gonna get back to basics, guess I'll start it up again.
I'm falling from the ceiling, you're falling from the sky now and then.
Maybe you were shot down in pieces, maybe I slipped in between.
But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see, just you and me.
So why'd you come home to this sleepless town?
It's a lifetime commitment, recovering the satellites.
All anybody really wants to know is when you gonna come down.
Your mother recognizes all you're desperate displays
and she watches as her babies drift violently away
until they see themselves in telescopes, do you see yourself in me?
We're such crazy babies, little monkey, we're so fucked up, you and me.
So why'd you come home to this faithless town?
Where we make a lifetime commitment to recovering the satellites
and all anybody really wants to know is when are you gonna come down.
She sees shooting stars and comet tails, she's got heaven in her eyes.
She says I don't need to be an angel but I'm nothing if I’m not this high.
But we only stay in orbit for a moment of time.
And then you're everybody's satellite, I wish that you were mine.
So why'd you come home to this faithless town?
It's a lifetime commitment, recovering the satellites.
All anybody really knows is you’re gonna come down.
Round Here
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don’t know.
I don't know Maria says she's dying, through the door, I hear her crying. Why? I don’t know.
Round here we always stand up straight. Round here something radiates.
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand,
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus.
She parks her car outside of my house, takes her clothes off,
says she's close to understanding Jesus.
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood,
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.
Round here we're carving out our names, round here we all look the same.
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round here she's slipping through my hands.
Sleeping children got to run like the wind out of the lightning dream.
Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning.
She says, "It's only in my head." She says, "Shhh, I know it's only in my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says,
"Man, you should try to take a shot. Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life, she must be tired of something.
Round here, she's always on my mind, round here I got lots of time.
Round here we're never sent to bed early, man, nobody makes us wait.
Round here we stay up very, very late. I can’t see nothing, nothing round here.
Would you catch when I fall, catch when I fall, catch me cause I’m falling down on you.
I said I’m under he gun round here. Oh, man, I said I’m under he gun round here.
And I can’t see nothing, nothing round here.
Rain King
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird.
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
and all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don't try to feed me cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more.
I belong in the service of the Queen. I belong anywhere but in between.
She's been crying , I've been thinking and I am the Rain King.
I said Mama, Mama, Mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside, I'm scared I might not make it home.
But I'm alive, I’m alive but I'm sinking in.
If there's anyone at home at your place, why don't you invite me in?
Don't try to bleed me cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more.
I belong in the service of the Queen. I belong anywhere but in between.
She's been lying and I've been sinking and I am the Rain King.
Hey, I only want the same as anyone. Henderson is waiting for the sun.
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends after all the dreaming I come home again.
When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather.
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don't try to bleed me cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more.
I belong in the service of the Queen. I belong anywhere but in between.
She's been dying and I been drinking and I am the Rain King.
I said I am the Rain Kind. I said I, I, I, I am, I said I am the Rain King, yeah.
Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels)
Operator, oh could you help me place this call?
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded.
She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray,
a guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated.
Isn't that the way they say it goes? But let's forget all that
and give me the number if you can find it
so I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself but that's not the way it feels.
Operator, oh could you help me place this call
cause I can't read the number that you just gave me.
There's something in my eye's, you know it happens every time.
I think about the love that I thought would save me.
Isn't that the way they say it goes? But let's forget all that
and give me the number if you can find it
so I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself but that's not the way it feels.
No, no, no, no, that’s not the way it feels. Operator, oh let's forget about this call.
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to.
Thank you for your time, oh, you've been so much more than kind. And you can keep the dime.
Isn't that the way they say it goes? But let's forget all that
and give me the number if you can find it
so I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself but that's not the way it feels.
Photographs and Memories
Photographs and memories, Christmas cards you sent to me,
all that I have are these to remember you.
Memories that come at night take me to another time,
back to a happier day when I called you mine.
But we sure had a good time when we started way back when.
Morning walks and bedroom talks, oh, how I loved you then.
Summer skies and lullabies, nights we couldn't say goodbye
and of all of the things that we knew, not a dream survived.
Photographs and memories, all the love you gave to me.
Somehow it just can't be true that's all I've left of you.
But we sure had a good time when we started way back when.
Morning walks and bedroom talks, oh, how I loved you then.
Time In A Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
is to save every day till Eternity passes away just to spend them with you.
If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true,
I'd save every day like a treasure and then, again, I would spend them with you.
But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with.
If I had a box just for wishes and dreams that had never come true,
the box would be empty except for the memory of how they were answered by you.
But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with.
I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
Well, I know it's kind of late, I hope I didn't wake you.
But what I got to say can't wait, I know you'd understand.
Cause every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong
so I'll have to say I love you in a song.
Yeah, I know it's kind of strange, but every time I'm near you,
I just run out of things to say, I know you'd understand.
Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong
so I'll have to say I love you in a song.
Every time the time was right, all the words just came out wrong
so I'll have to say I love you in a song.
Yeah, I know it's kind of late, I hope I didn't wake you.
But there's something that I just got to say, I know you'd understand.
Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong
so I'll have to say I love you in a song.
These Dreams
Once we were lovers, but somehow things have changed.
Now we're just lonely people trying to forget each other's names.
Now we're just lonely people trying to forget each other's names.
What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know.
But now and then I feel the same, and sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name,
Mm-hm-mm these dreams, they keep me going these days.
Once we were lovers, but that was long ago.
We lived together then and now we do not even say hello.
We lived together then and now we do not even say hello.
What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know.
But now and then I feel the same, and sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name,
Mm-hm-mm these dreams, they keep me going these days.
And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name,
Mm-hm-mm these dreams, they keep me going these days.
Age
I've been up and down and around and round and back again,
I've been so many places I can't remember where or when.
And my only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend never really was a friend at all.
I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less, lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
found myself right back where I started again.
Once I had myself a million, now I've only got a dime,
the difference don't seem quite as bad today.
With a nickel or a million, I was searching all the time
for something that I never lost or left behind.
I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less, lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
found myself right back where I started again.
And now I'm in my second circle and I'm heading for the top,
I've learned a lot of things along the way.
I'll be careful while I'm climbing cause it hurts a lot to drop,
when your down, nobody gives a damn anyway.
I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less, lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
found myself right back where I started again.
Bad Bad Leroy Brown
Well, ole south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town.
And if you go down there you better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown.
Now Leroy's more than trouble, you see he stand about 6 foot 4.
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover, all the men just call him ‘sir.’
And its bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.
Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog.
Now Leroy he's a gambler, and he likes his fancy clothes,
and he liked to wave his diamond rings under everybody's nose.
He got a custom Continental, he got an El-Dorado too,
he got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe.
And its bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.
Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog.
Well Friday but a week ago, Leroy shooting dice,
and at the edge of the bar sat a girl named a Doris, and, oo, that girl looked nice.
Well, he cast his eyes upon her and the trouble soon began.
Leroy Brown learned a lesson bout a-messing with the wife of a jealous man.
And its bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.
Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog.
Well the 2 men took to fighting and when they pulled them from the floor,
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone.
And its bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.
Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog.
Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog.
I Got A Name
Like the pine trees lining the winding road, I've got a name, I've got a name.
Like a singing bird and a croaking toad, I've got a name, I've got a name.
And I carry it with me like my daddy did, but I'm living with the dream that he kept hid.
Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway,
moving ahead so life won't pass me by.
Like a north wind whistling down the sky, I've got a song, I've got a song.
Like a whippoorwill and a baby's cry, I've got a song, I've got a song.
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud, if it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud.
Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway,
moving ahead so life won't pass me by.
And I'm gonna go there free.
Like a fool I am and I'll always be, I've got a dream, I've got a dream.
They can change their minds but they can't change me, I've got a dream, I've got a dream.
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to, if you're going my way, I'll go with you.
Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway,
moving ahead so life won't pass me by.
Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway,
moving ahead so life won't pass me by.
You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Uptown got it's hustlers, the Bowery got it's bums,
Forty-Second Street got big Jim Walker, he a pool shootin' son of a gun.
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come, but he stronger than a country hoss.
And when the bad fools all get together at night,
you know they all call big Jim 'boss,' just because.
And they say, 'You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind,
you don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim.'
Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy, he said, 'I'm lookin' for a man named Jim.
I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy, but down home they call me Slim.
Yeah, I'm looking for the king of Forty-Second Street, he drivin' a drop top Cadillac.
Last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny, but I come to get my money back.'
And everybody say 'Jack, don't you know that
you don't on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind,
you don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim.'
Well a hush fell over the pool room, Jimmy come boppin' in off the street.
And when the cuttin' were done, the only part that wasn't bloody
was the soles of the big man's feet.
Yeah, he were cut in 'bout a hundred places, and he were shot in a couple more
and you better believe they sung a different kind of story when big Jim hit the floor.
Now they say, ‘You don't on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind,
you don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Slim.'
Yeah, big Jim got his hat, find out where it's at and not hustling people strange to you,
even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue.
‘You don't on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind,
you don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Slim.'
Arthur’s Theme
Once in your life you'll find her, someone that turns your heart around,
next thing you know you’re closing down the town.
Wake up and it’s still with you, even though you left her way cross town,
wondering to yourself, hey, what have I found?
When you get caught between the moon and New York City, I know it’s crazy but it’s true.
If you get caught between the moon and New York City,
the best that you can do, the best that you can do is fall in love.
Arthur, he does as he pleases, all of his life his master’s toys
and deep in his heart he’s just, he’s just a boy.
Living his life one day at a time, he’s showing himself a pretty good time.
He’s laughing about the way they want him to be.
When you get caught between the moon and New York City, I know it’s crazy but it’s true.
If you get caught between the moon and New York City,
the best that you can do, the best that you can do is fall in love.
When you get caught between the moon and New York City, I know it’s crazy but it’s true.
If you get caught between the moon and New York City,
the best that you can do, the best that you can do is fall in love.
Never Be The Same
It was good for me, it was good for you, now nothing either of us can say or do
can change the way you feel tonight, sometimes love just slips out of sight.
Just one thing before you go, just one thing that you've got to know-
no one will ever touch me that way the way that you did that very first day
and I'll never be the same without you here. I'll live alone, hide myself behind my tears.
And I'll never be the same without your love. I'll live alone, try so hard to rise above.
The years go by, there's always someone new to try and help me forget about you.
Time and again it does me no good, love never feels the way that it should.
I loved you then I guess I'll love you forever and even though I know we could never stay together
I think about how it could have been if we could just start all over again
and I'll never be the same without you here. I'll live alone, hide myself behind my tears.
And I'll never be the same without your love. I'll live alone, try so hard to rise above.
It was good for me, it was good for you, now nothing either of us can say or do
can change the way you feel today sometimes love just slips away.
Just one thing before you go, just one thing that you've got to know-
no one will ever touch me that way the way that you did that very first day
and I'll never be the same without you here. I'll live alone, hide myself behind my tears.
And I'll never be the same without your love. I'll live alone, try so hard to rise above.
Ride Like The Wind
It is the night, my body's weak. I'm on the run, no time to sleep.
I've got to ride, ride like the wind to be free again.
And I've got such a long way to go to make it to the border of Mexico,
so I'll ride like the wind, ride like the wind.
I was born the son of a lawless man, always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand.
Lived nine lives, gunned down ten, gonna ride like the wind.
And I've got such a long way to go to make it to the border of Mexico,
so I'll ride like the wind, ride like the wind.
Accused and tried and told to hang, I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang.
Never was the kind to do as I was told, gonna ride like the wind before I get old.
And I've got such a long way to go to make it to the border of Mexico,
so I'll ride like the wind, ride like the wind.
Sailing
It's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me.
And if the wind is right you can sail away, and find tranquility.
The canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see, believe me.
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend.
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again.
The canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see, believe me.
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be.
Just a dream and the wind to carry me, and soon I will be free.
Fantasy, it gets the best of me when I'm sailing.
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony, won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be.
Just a dream and the wind to carry me, and soon I will be free.
It's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me.
And when the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity.
The canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see, believe me.
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be.
Just a dream and the wind to carry me, and soon I will be free.
Think Of Laura
Every once in a while I'd see her smile and she'd turn my day around.
A girl with those eyes could stare through the lies and see what your heart was saying.
Think of Laura but laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
When you think of Laura, laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
A friend of a friend, a friend to the end, that's the kind of girl she was.
Taken away so young, taken away without a warning.
Think of Laura but laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
When you think of Laura, laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
I know you and you're here, in every day we live.
I know her and she's here, I can feel her when I sing.
Hey Laura, where are you now, are you far away from here?
I don't think so, I think you're here, taking our tears away.
Think of Laura but laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
When you think of Laura, laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
Think of Laura but laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
When you think of Laura, laugh don't cry, I know she'd want it that way.
I know she’d want it that way, hey, Laura.
Leaving Las Vegas
Life springs eternal on a gaudy neon street.
Not that I care at all, I spent the best part of my losing streak
in an Army Jeep, for what I can't recall.
Oh, I'm banging on my TV set and I check the odds and I place my bet.
I pour a drink and I pull the blinds and I wonder what I'll find.
I'm Leaving Las Vegas, lights so bright, palm sweat, blackjack on a Saturday night.
Leaving Las Vegas, leaving for good, for good, I'm leaving for good, I'm leaving for good.
Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night,
find some crossroad trucker to demonstrate his might.
But these days it seems nowhere is far enough away so I'm leaving Las Vegas today.
I'm Leaving Las Vegas, lights so bright, palm sweat, blackjack on a Saturday night.
Leaving Las Vegas, leaving for good, for good, I'm leaving for good, I'm leaving for good.
I'm standing in the middle of the desert, waiting for my ship to come in.
But now no joker, no jack, no king can take this loser hand and make it win.
I'm Leaving Las Vegas, lights so bright, palm sweat, blackjack on a Saturday night.
Leaving Las Vegas, leaving for good, for good, I'm leaving for good, I'm leaving for good.
I quit my job as a dancer at the Lido des Girls, dealing blackjack until one or two.
Such a muddy line between the things you want and the things you have to do.
I'm Leaving Las Vegas, lights so bright, palm sweat, blackjack on a Saturday night.
Leaving Las Vegas, leaving for good, for good, I'm leaving for good, I'm leaving for good.
I'm leaving Las Vegas and I won't be back. No, I won't be back, not this time.
Strong Enough
God, I feel like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.
I'd be the last to help you understand, are you strong enough to be my man, my man?
Nothing's true and nothing's right, so let me be alone tonight
cause you can't change the way I am, are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me, I promise I'll believe. Lie to me but please don't leave, don’t leave.
I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go.
Just try and love me if you can, are you strong enough to be my man?
Are you strong enough? Are you strong enough to be my man?
When I've shown you that I just don't care, when I'm throwing punches in the air,
when I'm broken down and I can't stand, will you be man enough to be my man?
Lie to me, I promise I'll believe. Lie to me but please don't leave, don’t leave.
Can't Cry Anymore
Took your car, drove to Texas.
Sorry, honey, but I suspected we were through and I can't cry anymore.
Since I left, been feeling better,
cause that's what you get when you stay together too long and I can't cry anymore.
Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere, so long to this life?
So much for pretending, bad luck's never-ending and now I know that
money comes in but the fact is, there's not enough to pay my taxes and I can't cry anymore.
Well, got a brother, he's got real problems,
heroin and there's just no stopping him tonight and I won't cry anymore.
Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere, so long to this life?
So much for pretending, bad luck's never-ending, it's never ending.
It could be worse, I could've missed my calling.
Sometimes it hurts when you read the writing on the wall, can't cry anymore.
Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere, so long to this life?
So much for pretending, bad luck's never-ending and too much time I've been spending
with my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it- I can't cry anymore…
All I Wanna Do
Hit it. This ain't no disco. It ain't no country club either. This is L.A.
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," says the man next to me out of nowhere.
It's apropos of nothing, he says his name's William but I'm sure
he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy.
And he's plain ugly to me and I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday in a bar that faces a giant car wash.
The good people of the world are washing their cars
on their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing as best they can in skirts in suits.
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks back to the phone company, the record store too
well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
and Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud.
He shreds them on the bar then he lights every match in an oversized pack
letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out
and he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor.
And a happy couple enters the bar dangerously close to one another,
the bartender looks up from his want ads but
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
Otherwise the bar is ours, the day and the night and the car wash too,
the matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon but
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling I'm not the only one.
All I wanna do is have some fun until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
A Change (Would Do You Good)
Ten years living in a paper bag, feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat.
He's a platinum canary, drinking Falstaff beer. Mercedes rule, and a rented Lear.
Bottom feeder insincere, prophet lo-fi pioneer.
Sell the house and go to school, get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel.
I think a change would do you good. A change would do you good.
God's little gift is on the rag, poster girl posing in a fashion mag.
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde, wear your fake fur on the inside.
Queen of south beach, aging blues, dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes.
I thought you were singing your heart out to me, your lips were syncing and now I see
that a change would do you good, a change would do you good.
Chasing dragons with plastic swords, Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more.
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor snd I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board.
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train, leave my phone machine by the radar range.
Hello it's me, I'm not at home, if you'd like to reach me, leave me alone.
I think a change would do you good. A change would do you good.
Hello, it's me, I'm not at home, if you'd like to reach me, leave me alone.
I think a change would do you good. A change would do you good…
If It Makes You Happy
I've been long, a long way from here.
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes and drank till I was thirsty again.
We went searching through thrift store jungles,
found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo and Benny Goodman's corset and pen.
Well, okay, I made this up, I promised you I'd never give up.
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad?
You get down, real low down.
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train, well, who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way.
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread and serve you French toast again.
Well, okay, I still get stoned, I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home.
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad?
We've been far, far away from here.
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes and everywhere in between.
Well, okay, we get along, so what if right now everything's wrong?
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad?
Everyday Is A Winding Road
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repairman.
He says he's been down this road more than twice.
He was high on intellectualism, I've never been there but the brochure looks nice.
Jump in, let's go, lay back, enjoy the show.
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, these are the days when anything goes.
Everyday is a winding road, I get a little bit closer.
Everyday is a faded sign, I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.
He's got a daughter he calls Easter, she was born on a Tuesday night.
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone, why I'm a stranger in my own life.
Jump in, let's go, lay back, enjoy the show.
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, these are the days when anything goes.
Everyday is a winding road, I get a little bit closer.
Everyday is a faded sign, I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.
I've been living in a sea of anarchy, I've been living on coffee and nicotine.
I've been wondering if all the thing I've seen were ever real, were ever really happening.
Everyday is a winding road, I get a little bit closer.
Everyday is a faded sign, I get a little bit closer to feeling fine….
My Favorite Mistake
I woke up and called this morning.
The tone of your voice was a warning that you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in, I looked at the clock when you creep in, it's 6 a.m. and I'm alone.
Did you know when you go, it's the perfect ending to the bad day I was just beginning
when you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake.
Well, your friends are sorry for me.
They watch you pretend to adore me, but I'm no fool to this game.
Now here comes your secret lover. She'd be unlike any other until your guilt goes up in flames.
Did you know when you go, it's the perfect ending to the bad day I was just beginning
when you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake.
Well maybe nothing lasts forever, even when you stay together.
I don't need forever after, it's your laughter won't let me go so I'm holding on this way.
Did you know, could you tell you were the only one that I ever loved.
Now everything's so wrong
Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? You're my favorite mistake.
You're my favorite mistake. You're my favorite mistake.
Soak Up The Sun
My friend the Communist holds meetings in his RV.
I can't afford this gas so I'm stuck here watching TV.
I don't have digital, I don't have diddly squat.
It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you've got.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, gonna tell everyone to lighten up.
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
for every time I feel lame, I'm looking up.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, I'm gonna soak up the sun.
I've got a crummy job, it don't pay near enough
to buy the things it takes to win me some of your love.
Every time I turn around, I'm looking up, you're looking down.
Maybe something's wrong with you that makes you act the way you do.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, gonna tell everyone to lighten up.
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
for every time I feel lame, I'm looking up.
I'm gonna soak up the sun while it's still free.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, before it goes out on me.
Don't have no master suite, I'm still the king of me.
You have a fancy ride, but baby, I'm the one who has the key.
Every time I turn around I'm looking up, you're looking down.
Maybe something's wrong with you that makes you act the way you do,
maybe I am crazy too.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, gonna tell everyone to lighten up.
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
for every time I feel lame, I'm looking up.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, gonna tell everyone to lighten up.
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
for every time I feel lame, I'm looking up.
I'm gonna soak up the sun, got my 45 on so I can rock on.