You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Shine your light, shine your light on me;
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.;
I'm a little too blind to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears;
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors;
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years;
For dignity
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend
I finally realize there's no room for regret
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
