He was groovin' and that was when he coulda sworn the room was movin' But that was only in his mind He was sailin' he never really seemed to notice vision
What's the word? Tell me brother, have you heard from Johannesburg? What's the word? Sister/woman have you heard from Johannesburg? They tell me
I heard I needed to travel. "Go out and spread the word" people say. So I'm kickin' up dust and gravel on a racetrack near Marseilles. If it all
no highlights on the eleven o'clock News and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott
Agent told me where I was going Tom and Keg Leg got the map The Steelers on my color tv Henry riding in my lap Say Hello Sunday, Hello Road Lord
evening, the time it all makes sense to you. Just takes workin' and believing to see the whole third world come true. We're conna take this world through changes, not the other
And now it's time to gather all the things we need to fly There's better days ahead, just wave good-bye we've better things to do now you and I.
Take Karintha, Take Karintha perfect as dusk when the sun goes down Take Karintha, as perfect as twilight as a child able to drive both young and
Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn. Another shift of men, some of them my friends, comin' on. Hard to imagine workin' in the mines, Coal
Pretty pictures in your favorite magazines span the distance between you and Mr.s Clean You can take part in the All-American dream, just fill your
It stands out on a highway like a Creature from another time. It inspires the babies' questions, "What's that?" For their mothers as they ride.
Was there a touch of spring? Did she have a pink dress on? And when she smiled, her shyest smile Could you almost touch the warmth? And was it your
Watching players dealing in the fast lane Set your camera shutters for the fast frames Like Charlie Chaplin movies that go so quick Fending off a
Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She
last week he bought himself a gun. [Chorus:] Everybody got a pistol, everybody got a 45 And the philosophy seem to be At least as near as I can see When other
See that black boy over there, runnin' scared his ol' man's in a bottle. He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time so now he's livin' in the bottle
even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the
Countryside was cold and still There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I say father
