I walk in shadows searching for light Cold and alone no comfort in sight Hopin' and prayin' for someone to care Always movin' and going nowhere.
Can we have more than one per day? If so: I'll tell ya You can put me out... on the street. You can put me out... with no shoes on my feet. But put me out, put me out, put me out of misery.
Some high society lady says Is your horse outside? No ma'am he's between my legs but you're too fat to ride
Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed Oh I'm my own grandpa I'm my own granpa It sounds funny I know, But it really is so Oh I'm my own grandpa
I had to look this one up and am now shocked I couldn't recognize it. A little surprised about the first one, too. I guess the melody is more important than I realized.
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
What I want, you've got And it might be hard to handle, But like the flame that burns the candle, The candle feeds the flame.
Seeking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, But I get no offers. Just a come on from the whores On Seventh Avenue. I do declare There were times I was so lonesome, I took some comfort there La la la la la la la............
Too bad those guys broke up. Had some good songs after but it would have been better if they'd kept it going.
Everything is not enough Nothing is too much to bear Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there
Everything is not enough Nothing is too much to bear Where you been is good and gone All you keep is the getting there
The district sleeps alone tonight After the bars turn out their lights And send the autos swerving Into the loneliest evening And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving