It was just after dark when the truck started down The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas Carrying
She wasn't very pretty, She wasn't very smart, But everything she said to him came strait from her heart. Write a song about me, Sing a song that's of
When I met America, I didn't know her name But it seems she was something special even then I knew it just the same Yes, I loved the things she stood
Holdin' on tight to my pillow Wish it had a life of its own, Starin' at the ceilin,' Such a funny feelin,' But nobody's home. But I know you're out there
Oh, barefoot boy Once he came unto a land Of forests and of streams That tumbled through The meadows to the sea He called it home For many were its wonders
I could tell you that I get asked a lot of times How I can change the world I've also have been asked a lot of times How I can be a rock and roll singer
The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn It was his second year of medical school He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case His father said, "You
My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was
She was crazy (She was beautiful) I guess she had to be And I was angry (You were blind) Because I could not see Except for what her cigarettes Had done
And all the changes keep on changing And the good old days, they say they're gone Only wise men and some new born fools Say that they know what's going
All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown The moon rolls through the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around All my life's a circle but I can't tell
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains And only one run a week comes on roaring
His mama was a midnight woman His daddy was a drifter drummer One night they put it together Nine months later came the little black bummer He was a
It was an early morning bar room And the place just opened up And the little man come in so fast and it Started at his cups And the broad who served
Could you put your light on please It's kind of dark tonight And I feel a little lonely Yes, I need a little light Could you put your light on please
If you were looking for a way to make me mad It was a sure fire way you found, acting like a half wit fool Laying your money around, well, I came back
This phone's growin' into my ear I made three hundred calls today Though yours is the only voice that I wanna hear I got to make me a livin' someway
Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor, he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only kind of release
