Cause it's a place you've never been Maybe a place you've never seen now You can hear them callin' on the wind Drifting and dreaming, drifting and dreaming. Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now, Really goin' on a dream now.

Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch, Heartaches a goin' to the inside, my tears are holding back, tryin' not to fall.

Well I woke up this morning and I felt around for my shoes That's when I knew I had them walkin' blues Well I woke up this morning and I look around and I felt around for my shoes That's when I knew I had them mean old walkin' blues

Rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go. Stepping off sharply from the rank and file. Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir 'Cause everyone's doin' that rag.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be home alone, knowing that you're gone Would cause me to lose my mind

Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand, Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band, Just like New York City, just like Jerico, Pace the halls and climb the walls and get out when they blow.

Gone are the days we stopped to decide where we should go, we just ride. Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams: gone, both dream and lie.

And the rich man in his summer home, Singing "Just leave well enough alone" But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians are throwing stones

Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy Make yourself eeeeeeasy

Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design. Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design. Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.

The summer sun looked down on him, his mother could but frown on him, And all the others sound on him, but it doesn't seem to matter.

Now I don't know but I was told In the heat of the sun a man died of cold Do we keep on coming or stand and wait With the sun so dark and the hour so late?

Run, run, run for the roses Sooner it opens, the quicker it closes Man, oh, man, oh friend of mine All good things in all good time All good things in all good time

Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune And I'm goin where those chilly winds don't blow Windws don't blow And I'm goin where those chilly winds don't blow

Moses come riding up on a quasar His spurs was jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold I asked him to come on in out of the cold.

Did you ever waken to the sound Of street cats making love And guess from their cries You were listening to a fight Well you know, Hate's just the last thing they're thinking of They're only trying to make it through the night

The black throated wind keeps on pouring in With its words of a life that could almost be true Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light I'm turning around that's what I'm going to do Going back home that's what I'm gonna do

Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand Says "don't you see?" Gotta make it somehow On the dreams you still believe Don't give it up You got an empty cup Only love can fill Only love can fill

Leaving Texas, fourth day of July, Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Sante Fe, The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.

I see you've got your list out, say your piece and get out. Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a touch of grey

The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here, baby, 'cause I mean what I say. I'm having a hard time, living the good life, Well I know

Take a vacation, fall out for a while, Summer's comin' in, and it's goin' outa style Cause your mother's down in Memphis, won't be back 'till the fall.

If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn, I could arm a town the size of Abilene. Don't you push me baby, 'cause I'm moaning low And you know I'm only in it for the gold.

Oh it sounds so sweet I gotta take me a chance Rose out of my seat Just had to dance Started movin' my feet Well a-clappin' my hands

One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat The monkey pulled the throttle, locomotive jumped the gun Doing ninety miles an hour down the mainline run

Wave the flag, pop the bag Rock the boat, skin the goat Trap the rat, bell the cat Ball the jack, chew the fat

She came and she went and at last went away The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden, a legend did say "No one may come here, since no one may stay"

Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men. Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

So many roads I tell you So many roads I know So many roads, so many roads Mountain high, river wide So many roads to ride So many roads, so many roads

Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Before I have to walk on in with my old forty-four Lord, I've been all around this world

One more woman, Lord in this town. Keep her telling her lies on me. Wish to my soul that old woman would die. Keep her telling her lies on me.

Well, I ain't often right but I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the way it does in the song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right.

I will walk alone by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river Sing me a song of my own And sing me a song of my own

Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all? But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands

Don't hang your head, let the two time roll Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor Ask the time baby I don't know Come back later, gonna let it show.

Chooba chooba Wooly Bully Looking high Looking low Gonna scare you up and shoot ya 'Cause Mister Charlie told me so

Line up a long shot maybe try it two times, maybe more, Good to know you got shoes to wear when you find the floor, Why hold out for more? Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.

Going home, going home By the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece. She promised she'd be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece.

Rich man step on my poor head When you get back you better butter my bread. Well, you know it's like I said, You better head back to Tennessee Jed.

My, how lovely you are, my dear The ball game has gone much too far, my dear Sing to me Do your thing to me (Hop along honey, come along)

Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was, bone Above Madonna, two eagles hang against a cloud Sun comes up blood red Wind yells among the stone All graceful instruments are known

Everybody's dancing down at the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery Temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly

Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Jelly-roll will drive you stone mad.

I ain't afraid of the cold, cruel world outside No Chicken Little running from a falling sky The only thing troubles me is you If you leave me, what can I do? Valerie, won't you be true to me?

Major said why don't we give him Rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury They'll probably take care of themselves

Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city. Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.

My love is bigger than a Cadillac I try to show you but you drive me back Your love for me has gotta be real You're gonna know just how I feel A love that's real not fade away Not fade away

Look out, look out the Candyman, Here he comes and he's gone again. Pretty lady ain't got no friend till, The Candyman comes around again, around again.

If I had my way If I had my way If I had my way I would tear this whole building down