(Cummings). . I dig your suspenders. I get it on for your jeans. But your Nashville sneakers always drag me down. . I like your blue Cougar. And your bona fide keys.
My girl's got some solution. That's excellent for removing. All the tuna and the oil. And though she laughs at the Constitution. At least she'd end up.
Well I've never been much for admitting things. That's why it's all so hard to say. That I'm head over heels. In love with your kind of insanity. . And if it please your highness.
Don't want to listen to my telephone ring. Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing. Not this morning. . I don't want to think about the night before.
Have you been around?. Have you done your share of comin' down. On different things that people do?. Have you been aware?. You got brothers and sisters who care.
Orly. The Guess Who. Written by Burton Cummings. . Well, if you ever been to Paris and you ever missed a plane. Nothin' much to do but sit around. Think a little? will laugh at where you come from.
Jocko says "Yes" and I believe him. When we talk about the things I say. She hasn't got the faith or the guts to leave him. When they're standing in each other's way.
You don't believe that this whole universe. Could be inside your little sister's purse. You don't believe you're just a living glob. Like Lucy, Freddy, Ricky, Frank, and Bob..
American hunter, bring 'em up the north side. (Guns, guns, guns). Run, take the money, here's a bullet for your boyfriend. (Guns, guns, guns). Eagle all gone, and no more caribou.
If I could find the road I'm looking for some day then I'd be happy. And I'd be thankful to the person on my own. For showing me the way. That I could walk between the right and wrong roads.
Don't you want me. Don't you want me. Baby, listen 'deed I do. . Tell me lovin' things and the sounds I crave. Never let the chance roll by. But you'll be hanging from a Sycamore tree.
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people. And I offered myself to the world. I was a workshop owner. I was a workshop owner. . I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel.
I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day. Need you now even more than I did before. As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin' with a big ol' shotgun too.
We went together for so long. ev'ry second record on the radio seemed like our song. How we hurt each other; oh baby it was so wrong. something in the bottom of my heart will keep me holding on.
Said I'm scared, Lord, I'm scared, I'm terrified. Never been much on religion. But I sure never like to hear the call. I'm scared Lordy, Lord, I'm shakin' I'm petrified.
Burch magic has wrapped you around in a circle. Not different, yet really quite never the same. You got to learn about losin' and throwin' it all away.