Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?

Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.

I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

They say ev'rything can be replaced

I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right

I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

I'm walking through streets that are dead

Won't you dance with me?;
I'm fallin' in love with you.

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.

The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles

You could ride like Annie Oakley,;
You could shoot like Belle Starr.

Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth

Where black is the color, where none is the number

Just do your thing, you'll be king;
If dogs run free.

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came.

You could make me cry if you don't know.

Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more

What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?

Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style

I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know

Dark Beauty;
Meet me at the border late tonight

In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

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.

Could you ever be true?

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.

How does it feel

Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted

Now the rainman gave me two cures,;
Then he said, "Jump right in.";
The one was Texas medicine,;
The other was just railroad gin.

In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.

What kind of sign they need when it all come from within

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,;
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.

Temptation's not an easy thing

He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.

Whatever you wanted;
Slipped out of my mind

Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.