At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't; But not tonight and it won't be here; There are things I could say but I don't; I know the mercy of God must be near
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,; I saw what I wanted to be
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
My love she speaks like silence
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
