: Well when I was a young boy I used to slip away Down to the ashgrove To hear the old blues men play There was Big Joe and Lightnin? And Reverend Gary
: I guess she put her blue dress on And walked out late last night Left one silk stocking Dangling from the bedside light I sobered up and called her
: I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well
: Sinful daughter Sinful daughter Sinful daughter, sinful girl. They call her shameless They call her wanted They say she poisoned every well They call
: Baby black sky Black sky is all I see Yeah baby black sky Black sky is all I see Please stand beside me baby Shine your light for me. Well I been
: The man in the bed isn?t me Now I slipped out the door and I?m runnin? free Young and wild like I?ll always be No the man in the bed isn?t me. And
: There?s a black-haired girl Sittin? behind the bullet-proof glass And she takes my money Before I go and pump some gas As the cold rain falls on the
: I hear a voice singin? somewhere in time A song I knew long ago And it takes me back to places somewhere in time And everyone I used to know I see
: Blackjack David came a-ridin? through the wood Singin? so loud and merry His voice was a-ringin? through the green, green fields And he spied a fair
: There?s a greyhound bus Leavin? the great Northwest Takin? her tonight Back down south to Texas She?s been dancing? on tables To pay rent and be
: Standin? barefoot in your kitchen door Listenin? to the soft evenin? rain Watchin? you dryin? off from your shower You look at me like you don?t know
: Well I hate the way you call my name, baby I hate that look on your face And I hate the cold touch of your kiss, baby I hate the chill in your embrace
: Johnny gave Joe his first cigarette And Joe lit the filter and then he smoked the whole pack And Joe bought all the gas in Johnny?s old Ford He always
: Love to see to see them tall trees swayin? Tall trees swayin? in the breeze When I see them tall trees swayin? Sway like my babe walkin? back to me
: His mama said ?Baby, wait for me in the car,? And she went lookin? for his daddy inside a bar So he sat and let the radio take him far away Listenin
: Well my name is Charlie Thomas and I?m as good a man as you And for the love of Mary Brown there?s nothin? that I won?t do Well her husband was a banker
: Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night The neighborhood
: I hope this letter finds you Wherever you may be ?Cause I mailed some awhile back And they were all returned to me Ain?t nothin? I can tell you ?bout
