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.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
It ain't my cup of meat.
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,; I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
All the laughter is just making me sad
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
My love she speaks like silence
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun; "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
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.
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
