February morning, my car won't start today I turned the key at 8:03 and the battery passed away Inside a' my automobile I want my automobile I want my
I been a bad boy I been long gone I been out there I never phone home I never gave you not one little clue where I'd been I've been a bad boy again.
He's just a small fry. A bit too gun shy. To have his heart touched without a glove He looks at strangers as potential dangers Trying to Steal his aimless
Well it's the same old song Boy meets girl And girl meets boy They carry on They close their eyes And kiss until the world is gone Oh yes it's true It
Leaves were falling ..Just like embers In colors red and gold they set us on fire Burning just like a moonbeam ...in our eyes Chorus: Somebody said
Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That
Jehosaphat the mongrel cat Jumped off the roof today Some would say he fell but I could tell He did himself away His eyes weren't bright like they were
I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars She'll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair
The rain came down On the tin roof Hardly A sound was left From the birthday party The kitchen light Fell asleep On the bedroom floor Me and her were
You come home late and you come home early You come on big when you're feeling small You come home straight and you come home curly Sometimes you don
The movie wasn't really doing so hot said the new producer to the old big shot its dying on the edge of the great Midwest Sabu must tour or forever rest
From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo Nothing can stop Nothing can stop Nothing can stop The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with
Her Father was a failure Her Mother was a comfort To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief. The shirt ran out of buttons He lost all his marbles at a
She's got the mind of a child And a body peaking over the hill Well, she would if she could And she should but nobody will With her nails painted red
In an Appalachian, Greyhound station She sits there waiting, in a family way "Goodbye brother, Tell Mom I love her Tell all the others, I'll write someday
All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and
People who are sad - sometimes they wear a frown And people who are kings - sometimes they wear a crown But all the people who don't fit Get the only
I can hear the wheels of the automobiles So far away - just moving along through the drifting snow It's times like these when the temperatures freeze
