as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
Temptation's not an easy thing
People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."
Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.
What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?
You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
We never thought we could ever get old.;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,;
Then he said, "Jump right in.";
The one was Texas medicine,;
The other was just railroad gin.
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;
And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?
