Well you know that I'm not a gambler. But I'm being gambled on. They put in a nickel and I sing a little song. Da-da-da-da. They put in a nickel and I sing a little song.
Hello mama, hello mama it's me. How you feeling mama?. Hm-hmm, that's alright. I've got something I want to talk to you about. If you don't mind. And I ain't mad, mama, no, no no no.
Hangman, take these heads from me. Swing 'em from your money tree. Hear me laughing in my sleep. These heads are yours, they're yours to keep. . Please don't skip the last details.
Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud,. He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid.. Repression of the impulses resulting paranoid.
I was just thinking about the way it's supposed to be. I'll eat the plants and the fruit from the trees. And I'll live on vegetables and I'll grow on seeds.
Lay down lay down, let it all down. Let your white birds smile up at the. Ones who stand and frown. Lay down lay down, let it all down. Let your white birds smile up at the.
To the citiest people in the whole wide world. You've been unkind to an un-city girl. From the stone walls you grew. So I'm not blaming you. . But look what the city.
Poor little hairy kids out on their own. They run to the festival to show that. They were one. They've fallen in love with all human kind. So tell them you love them.
Look what they've done to my song, Ma. Look what they've done to my song. Well, it's the only thing that I could do half right. And it's turning out all wrong, Ma.
We were so close, there was no room. We bled inside each other's wounds. We all caught the same disease. We all sang our songs of peace. . Lay down, lay down, let it all down.
Look what they've done to my song, ma. Look what they've done to my song. Well it's the only thing that I could do half right. And it's turning out all wrong, ma.
I'm Thinkin' what I'm doin'. I'm thinkin' what I've done. I'm thinkin' about my mother. Who never thought I'd come quite,. this far from nowhere. To hear myself be sung, but I still.
(Melanie Safka). . I'm tired of seeing the picture. You're painting of yourself. You with the borrowed colors. That you picked from someone else. Maybe you're a movie.
Well, you know that I'm not a gambler but I'm being gambled on. They put in a nickel and I sing a little song, da da, da da. They put in a nickel and I sing a little song.
Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong,. Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong. 'cause I pick up my head, can't tell where I belong.. . Momma Momma, something's hurting me bad,.
I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas. I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New-Year.. . I want some figgy pudding, I want some figgy pudding.
(Melanie Safka). . What do you do when the people go home. And what do you do when the show is all done. I know what I'll do in the alone of my time. But what will I do with the leftover wine.
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down. Let your white birds smile. At the ones who stand and frown. . Lay down, lay down, lay it all down. Let your white birds smile.
In the hour when the sun shines shines bright. On my head in the city where I am alone,. I never think of that once told story. When two flowers almost were one..
I'm back in town.. You don't look so happy 'cause I'm back in town. You don't look like smiling, don't jump up and down on my toes.. I guess I better go, oh..