Regular Guy

John Law

In The Streets Of Boston

Got a bleak perspective,. I'm a streetwise man.. Going wowhere with my life.. Careening toward an early death,. . A streetwise man;. On the corner every night..

Deeds Not Words

Where you gonna run to? where you gonna hide?. Bodies on the floor, no one's getting out alive. . Death is in the air, there's trouble all around. Now you got it coming, this time you're going down.

Climbing A Chair To Bed

You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone. To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home. Some would say insanity or crazy, better still.

Cruel

We were born into nothing, hard up so to speak. But love and affection this family afforded me. Worries came early and often it seemed. Fate was not pleasant still I was redeemed.

Broken Hymns

On that snowy bright December day. She came and took my breath away. I was there and I met my love so fair. A beauty oh so true and rare. . For who we are and what we'll be.

1953

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck. Your Chucks, a case of beer. Heard them on a compilation. We traded in the mail. Bee waiting such a long time. Tonight we cannot fall.