If I ever get lucky, Momma. Win my train fare home. If I ever get lucky, babe. Win my train fare home. I'm goin' back to the border. Where I'm better known.
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along. I live on former glory, so long ago and gone. I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch.
She moves through the mountains and down to the sea. She sings in celebration with her piper for me. She's leading the man who's beating the drum. Love is all around her on the road to the sun.
Sing a song of freedom write it in the sky. pocket full of secrets, a belly full of lies. fiction to believe in, created then denied. Tricks and mirror.
Big star, she rise, she warn. Mamma, it ain't long before the day. Red rooster, he crow, he want. Blue moon on the wane. . Old black snake, he crawlin', slip slidin'.
This is the land where I live. Paint it all over golden. Take a little sunshine. Spread it all around. . This is the love that I give. These are the arms for the holding.
Walk around my life. Keep your money in your hand. Look out where you're heading mama. Don't go running blind. . Shine lights and strut it out. Keep your ear right to the ground.
And he's bringing us peace and new honor. In the land of the lost and found.. He's just another highwayman but the promise in his hand. Is wrapped up in red white and blue..
Last night as I was laying down and thinking. I was wondering about the road that lies ahead. In my mind I heard the wisdom of the Master. Hey Robert those dreams are only in your head.
Last time I saw her, she was running. Laughing, swirling high above the ground. People stop and check and watch her coming. Crazy little mama going 'round and 'round.
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I'm fixin' to die. Oh, funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I'm fixin' to. I don't mind dyin'. But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'.
The Father, son and the Holy Ghost. Took the last train to the coast. They were moving fast, they were raising sand. And they were running wild in the Promised Land.
The preacher bowed and turned to go. He threw some dirt into a hole. He wasn't needed anymore, oh. . He shrugged and cast away the cold. He rearranged his preachers clothes.
There'll be dancing in heaven. On the night before the longest day. A celebration in rhythm. At this time it was always this way. . Sing out for the one light,.
Another tribe.another brother. Torn between his lover and the gun. Another god.another mother. Weeps to justify the damage done. I wonder through the lies and dirt.
Swift and true - straight to my heart. Love has come courting and I'm back there again. I pour myself a brand new start. Glad to be falling for the beauty within.