Hear the wind blow back those sycamore trees There's a screen test haunting my memories I've been driving down the boulevard, not much change It's the
Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' down the tar If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down Every day a good day that
Hear that train rollin' down the track Passin' by this old shack Whistle blow and it blow again Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind And on those
Yeah, I'm drivin' down your freeway In a brand new car that I just found Oh, it was parked there in your driveway Didn't want to wake you with a sound
Well, now, I'm out here under guard tonight I wear the ball and chain Joined up to fight the Yankee cavalry Oh, we got here cold and hungry Then they
One night I was lookin' high up at the sky A shootin' star was fallin' and I didn't know why Whenever it rains like this, I think of you I am sitting
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow All the people comin' to a carnival show Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along Oh, we gotta
Didn't want no MTV, Didn't want no VH-1 Was a time so long ago Yeah, we had some punk-rock fun Made a great big noise For all the girls and boys It was
Yeah! Bring me water, bring me coal We just missed hittin' that telephone pole Yeah, we're fallin' down in a cactus patch When it get dark, you light
Bobby had a background He'd done some prison time He borrowed a police car Drove it over the state line His partner wore a red dress She looked like Stubby
Monsters of the id No longer stayin' hid And terrors of the night Are out in broad daylight No need to knock on wood Don't stop to say a prayer It won
Here, where the air's too thick to breathe I'll hit the road now, and take my leave No-one will care, I'll slip away Into the sun Where the clouds all
A gamblin' man was dealin' I drew a jack a' spades A-way down in the swamp somewhere Deep in the Everglades The candle on the table Lit up your face and
The city streets burst at their seams And flood the earth with people's dreams But you're only concerned with some new shoe Once up Broadway, we had walked
Spoken: Okay, now, try to stay quiet. Chorus: Wake up, Sally, yeah, the cops are here And they keep knockin' at the door Flashlights shinin' through the
Ringin' on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
