Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along. I didn't like the way he cocked his. Hat and he wore his gun all wrong. We had the same girlfriend and he never.
Well a poor boy's got one thing on a rich man, honey. He's got time to feel,. He don't have to deal with all his money. So if you want me, ya gotta take me just the way that I am..
My Daisy, she's crazy. Just like she seems. She climbs into bed and covers her head. And sneaks into my dreams. . My Daisy, she's lazy. Don't do nothin' but play.
I recall that twisty river bridge. Over that painted river bed. They pumped about a gallon of muddy water. Out of my salty head. . I woke up in St. James Divine.
One day I went and left my home out in the West. Said I was headed for the Silver City. All along the line, I was dreaming all the time. Dreaming of the shining Silver City.
Well, me and Billy The Kid never got along. I didn't like the way he cocked his hat and he wore his gun all wrong. Well, we had the same girlfriend and he never forgot it.
I went down to the races to watch my pony run. Down to the races to watch my pony run. Lookin' at the faces, lookin' for the fastest one. . I took my money, money I'd saved for rent.
You're afraid to lose your cover. Afraid to bare your soul. Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover. Who slowly goes out of control. . Your love is like the city.
Smoke from a downshift blows across the grain. And the blackbirds are flyin' across the golden plain. I'm goin' back to where it was I came. I got to find ol' Joe before he loses it all.
I'm on the run again. I'm on the run again. Runnin' from the pleasure. Runnin' from the pain. Runnin' from the voices. Who're callin' my name. And I'm feelin' like the wild, wild wind.
Everybody. Got hammered. Last night. Everybody. Got hammered. Last night. . Everybody. Down the hall. Got nailed. To the wall. Everybody. Got hammered.
I'm a drivin' man. I'm a drivin' man. I'm a-travelin' light, roarin' thru the night. I'm a drivin' man. . I'm a risin' sun. I'm a risin' sun. My love is true, I'm gonna shine on you.
95 South, 95 South. 95 South from Portland, Maine. When am I ever gonna see you again?. . 95 South, 95 South. 95 South, tryin' to whistle a tune. Potholes deeper that the craters on the moon.
I been workin' on the farm. Just me and my brother Jack. Choppin' a sea of cotton. 'Till I thought I'd break my back. Everything changed. When my daddy got hurt.
Out a my window, 'round my back. You can see the full moon slidin' down the railroad track. Sixty miles an hour, my babys holdin' tight. I'm crazy to be on this highway tonight.
I woke up this mornin'. I was half-insane. And I didn't even know it. I didn't even know it. I went back to bed. I knew I had been framed. 'Cause I didn't even do it.
The rivers are swollen. We got a flood on our hands. Get out the buckets. And the pots and pans. . Mama, put the pictures. In the old wooden boat. Billy, get the baby.
My great great Grandfather. Prospected for gold. In the wilds of Alaska. In the Yukon cold. . My great Grandfather. Fought the Civil War. On the side of the South.
In a border town when the lights go down. And the Ranchero Radio plays. You won't find me around in the lights of the town. I'll be out where the day meets the shade.
Well, the field is wide open. With endless new lands. And infinite landscapes. For us to create, now. . Yeah, I want to live in another light. Yeah, I want to live.