On the day I was born The nurses all gathered round And they gazed in wild wonder At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up Said "leave this
go I really hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue
I came so close to paradise The feelings were so true You cried for me to come home Now, I was crying too We said so many things in anger There seems
I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I said the beer won't do it and neither will whiskey or rye There
Imagine there's no heaven - it's easy if you try No hell below us, above us, only sky Imagine all the people, living for today Imagine there's no country
hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why Like I'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out When our sleeper has risen Said what are these walking blues
I ain't no broken-winged bird My reams fly high And I can't go on a memory Can't accept or deny I don't really know how to feel now But I'm getting used
harder I try to play his game The more impossible to win And I wonder aloud Do they understand what the music means You know a baby Is singing the blues
I never said that I loved you baby I never said that I cared I never said that I'd weep at your passing I never said I'd be there So you're down and
I know that you think you're good for me I know you think I'm good for you But what I know and what I think you see Is that there's nothing we can do
Mother Funker! If you see her come, you better look away When she's down for a kill, that bitch is ready to play If you need some time, she'll hook
matter what you do or say Don't care if you're away or at home I will never go away I cannot get you out of my mind It's really kind of making me blue
Goodbyes at sunrise always leave me feeling That there's no one here to show me how to stay And some folks never stray from home Some with business at the other
made in haste, he quickly said good bye To a world he couldn't get through, but a world well worth a try It is a lesser road now traveled, took him away
Spinning, spiraling machine Tumble and toil at my command Imagination, be my eye Bring your vision to my hand Spinning, spiraling machine I've a prayer
Come on you've got to let me know Should I stay or should I go? If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So won't you come on and
Seven a.m. welcomes in the next morning Here again Early to bed, when must I rise If given no reason, I don't need to try The seasons turn from gold
Come with me and take my hand Don't look back just let it end Walk with me for one more mile And think this over for awhile And decide I've been thinking
