I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting on the double E The railroad don't run no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me and poor poor
Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon From
Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion Way down on Last Breath Farm I've been rakin' leaves with Liza Me and Liz clean up the yard Left my home in Music City
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best Excitable boy, they all said And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest Excitable boy, they all said
I went home with the waitress, the way I always do How was I to know, she was with the Russians, too? I was gambling in Havana, I took a little risk Send
next best thing Looking for the next best thing I appreciate the best but I'm settling for less So I'm looking for the next best thing Looking for the next best
I started as an alter boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves and doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled 'Children's Fund
If you're all alone And you need someone Call me up And I'll come running Reconsider me Reconsider me If it's still the past That makes you doubt Darlin
Well, there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you Ahh I can't reveal her name until she's mine What
in France Where she worked on all her secret plans Men were falling for her sight unseen She was a genius There's a face in every window of the Songwriters' Neighborhood Everybody's your best
Darkness in the morning Shadows on the land Certain individuals Aren't sticking to the plan And I'm searching for a heart Searching everyone They say
out the Congolese Roland the Thompson gunner Roland the Thompson gunner His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Hoist the mainsail, here I come Ain't no room on board for the insincere You're my witness, I'm your mutineer I was born
I hear Mariachi static on my radio And the tubes they glow in the dark And I'm there with her in Ensenada And I'm here in Echo Park Carmelita hold me
I was working part time in the five and dime My boss was Mr. McGee, he told me several times That he didn't like my kind 'Cause I was a bit too leisurely
Grandpa pissed his pants again He don't give a damn Brother Billy has both guns drawn He ain't been right since Vietnam "Sweet home Alabama" Play that
She tells him she thinks she needs to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand she tells him nothing's working out The way they planned
I had the shit till it all got smoked I kept the promise till the vow got broke I had to drink from the lovin' cup I stood on the banks till the river