Jerry Jeff Walker, Steady Freddie Krc, Cosmic Bob Livingston Lately I'm feeling lousy all the time I picked up my pants sat down tried to figure out
Such vivid thoughts came running through my mind All the time I had a chance to make you mine I let that chance go and slip away And I still regret it
What to do with all this time I have been given all the opportunites? I want to feel all I can start all over pack my belongings and get on a train go
A fine lookin woman walked up to me yesterday. She grabbed my palm, here's what she had to say. Oooh you got a short life line. Oooh you ain't got much
She said she wanted me I had to let her know It was never meant to be And she had to let it go She was pissed and hurting but What was I supposed to do
You can't tell me there is no mystery Mystery Mystery You can't tell me there is no mystery It's everywhere I turn Moon over junk yard where the snow
L ron N ron every kind of ron con Neocon old con got to put the brakes on Slow down fast Lights out veins plugged zap it with another drug Genejacker
Bruce Cockburn Life Short Call Now Billboards promise paradise And tattoos "done while you wait" Possible futures all laid out On the sweeping curve
Tell the universe what you've done Out in the desert with your smoking gun Looks like you've been having too much fun Tell the universe what you've done
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Endless silver Wave forms crash in Sea's too big to fit in my heart Nothings too big to fit in my heart Seas come, seas go Where they stood deserts flow
There's a knot in my gut As I gaze out today On the planes of the city All polychrome grey When the skin is peeled of it What is there to say? The beautiful
Billboards promise paradise And tattoos "done while you wait" Possible futures all laid out On the sweeping curve of the interstate Got no city, got
When it doesn't rain it snows Yeah the cookie crumbles but in who's hand? All things said and all things done Life is short Oh I am young but I have
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's 'Family
She got an unsigned letter from her secret someone And she fell into the mystery Words were few and specifically vague Intrinsic intrigue But it said
I let you escape, slip through my fingers We made our mistakes, but memories linger Each time I turn a corner I swear I see your face But I'm standing
All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony I could dance in the raw in the sun underneath the stars When I walk over to my money tree Ain't