I thought about Leaving but I couldn't even get outta bed I'm hangin' cause I couldn't get a ride outta town Now anyone who really wanted me to be down
"Help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
"Oh, help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant
There was a time, when lonely men would wander Through this land rolling aimlessly along So many times, I've heard of their sad story Written in the words
She got a wedding dress Chiffon and lace She's got a virgin veil To hang before her face She got a prime rib dinner In some fancy place So what's she
Looking up, up, up for love finally Hey, hey Fire, fire Down in the foundry We forge for us the changing bell Turn your back against the winds Spit
Oh oh die Welt ist bunt - die Welt ist rund oh oh und ich war nur ein Vagabund. Oh oh die Welt ist bunt - die Welt ist rund oh oh ich küß
Single file lines born by design With a brass ring so deceiving Chipped away to a status cult Where indifference breeds control And then with time
Well, I dropped twenty-five and I lost mine Countin' down or head straight to the sky I seen side, there in no time Soarin' high, a star shoutin' nine
I sat in the shade of your old apple orchard I watch your big trucks rolling by now I share the grape soda with a man from Dakota I've seen a June bug
Oh, help me in my weakness I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the court room And were carrying him away Well, my trip hasn't been a pleasant
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Let's sing a song about smoke and flames That burnt down our lazy yesterdays Let's pretend this poverty is fine And sit on our front porches like we
For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me. (Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now!) I'm like a log in the fire, and
She's got the biggest tits. He's got the longest dick. And I get to read about it every week. You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down
Well, I'm the drifter I walk the highways I cross the river That rolls on forgotten I sing for the living And live for the trying But what's it about
There was a time when lonely men would wander thru this land rolling aimlessly along so many times I've heard of their sad story written in the words
(B. Dylan) "Oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't been
