if I could save time in a bottle. the first thing that I'd like to do. is to save every day 'til eternity passes away. just to spend them with you. if I could make days last forever.
Well, the south side of Chicago. Is the baddest part of town. And if you go down there, you better just beware. Of a man named a Leroy Brown. . Now Leroy was in trouble.
Which way are you goin'?. Which side will you be on?. Will you stand and watch while. . All the seeds of hate are sown?. Will you stand with those who say.
Well I had just got out from the county prison. Doin' 90 days for non-support. Tried to find me an executive position. But no matter how smooth I talked.
There's ice and snow on the northern roads. And the Jersey Pike is closed. Have to go and do some drivin' tonight. They say I'd be a fool if I would ride those icy roads.
Tell me, what do people do. . When there ain't nothin' to do?. . When there's nobody else around to do. . Nothin' with or to. . Have you ever been in that position in a small town motel room.
Well, if you're lookin' for a good time. Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find. The kinda good time you will. Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille.
I'd like to think about her. And the way she used to love me. But I just can't live without her. 'Cause her arms are not around me. And the season's getting later.
I'm walkin' back to Georgia. And I hope, she will take me back. Nothin' in my pockets. And all I own is upon my back. . But she's the girl who said she loved me.
Well, I'm sorry for the things that I told you. But words only go so far. And if I had my way. I would reach into heaven. And I'd pull down a star for a present.
I'm a dreamer by nature and I've always been tryin'. To dream myself out of this world that I'm in. In my dreams I escape all the troubles around. And it hasn't cost a penny for the pleasures I've found.
Pickin' wasn't easy. Kept you brown and thin. Been a child for every season. That the fruit was on the limb. . Pack the truck, Maria. Tell the kids we're off again.
Yeah, I've had my share of broken dreams. And more than a couple of falls. And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams. I have run into a couple of walls.
It's been too many years. Inside this prison. Too many years just for. One little fight. He got what was comin'. And I think I've served enough time. I'm goin' home tonight.
Sun come up in the morning. Blues round my head. I've got a troubled mind and plenty of time to roam. As I walk this crooked highway. Never knowin' where to go.
I drive a broke down rig on 'May-Pop' tires. Forty foot of overload. A lot of people say that I'm crazy. Because I don't know how to take it slow. . I got a broomstick on the throttle.
Spin, spin, spin. Spin around, spin around. . The harlequin dances in a costume of green. Spin around. But under his makeup his age can't be seen. Spin around.
Used to be that I could see. A reason to be happy. 'Cause I was free. But then, recently it seems. I've been lettin' your mem'ry get to me. . Used to be that I could pretend.
When I was a boy in the days of the train. I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day. And I'd wave at the brakesman, and he'd wave back at me. While the thunderclouds rolled out of East Tennessee.
The railroads, and the riverboats, that bred the mighty man. That we read about, and we dream about. The men who built this land. And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills.