Bring your pipes and bring your swords I'll meet you in the lowland Tune your banjo, don't be late It's time we all we're going Swing your arms and clap
THIS SONG IS INSTRUMENTAL.
It's a hurried up life But it's the life I choose No use in asking me to slow down 'Cause I got nothing to lose But time and time is all I've got You
Why can't you do something right? Your name is all over the town Your reputation is sweeping the nation The rumors are bringing me down You stand on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh alright Gonna catch a flight to Nevada Leave her friends at home in L.A Seven come eleven or blackjack Gamblin' night and
Blue moanin', you're down so blue You do your livin' and it's what you do Did you listen to what your daddy say? Or did you find it boring and just drift
Trouble comes in shapes and sizes Some of them are friends Trouble is what trouble does It always has an end I've got to keep myself together Got to
For days I have tried to forget you And not care where you are, no matter where you are But rainbows are not made from memories I got to try to find a
Pardon my life, pardon my song I hope you're not nervous, I'm not going to stay long The one installment, I've made on your heart Is not enough to cover
You get up every morning From your alarm clock's warning Take the 8 15 into the city There's a whistle up above And people pushin', people shovin' And
I've made up my mind I've got to get out in a hurry I've stated my case There's no need to come on with worry 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter And
Turn me loose from all this madness 'Cause the situation changes day to day I've been searchin' the world to find the answer I just got to find some time
I was walking on down the alley When a face I've never seen Came so from deep in the darkness And his mouth came on real mean And I saw that he'd been
Drivin' in a beat up car The highway is long but we've come so far Two thousand miles from home We got to find some place that we can belong But, we
Oh, when you feel like dancin' but you're all shook out We have found the answer, turn yourself about Find yourself some people to stand out in line Join
Look at me I was just a man who was lonely Had some time on my hands The world's greatest plans in my jeans I saw you, you came on to me like you knew
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor She
Burned down on the boulevard Livin' so fast and sweet and hard Don'tcha try and shoot me down Don't intend to stick around Gotta move, move on down the