‘You’ve gotta move.’
'I gotta guitar all my own
I gotta quarter for the telephone
I ain't headed down this highway all alone'
'Everything is not enough
Nothing is to much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.'
'Time shes a fast old train
Shes here then shes gone
And she wont come again
Wont you take my hand'
'You built your tower strong and tall
Can't you see its got to fall some day'
'The poets are demanding their pay
They've left me with nothin to say'
'When will she see
That to gain
Is only to lose
All that she offers me
Are her chains,
I got to refuse'
'Lay down your head poor boy
Feel how the ground does move
Hear how them drivers sing
What now my darling one
Go find a little fun
You are not needed now'
'Snow dont fall on summers time
Wind dont blow below the sea
My loves lies neath frozen skies
And waits in sweet repose for me'
'Stars hang high above the oceans roar
The moon is come to lead me to her door
Theres crystal across the sand and the waves they take my hand.
Soon Im gonna see my sweet Kathleen. '
'My days they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
But the leavin' I dont mind
It's the comin' that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
And fill the spinnin sky'
'Ride the blue wind high and free
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be'
'Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line'
'Well it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
Well it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
White freight liner
Wont you steal away my mind'
'Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
Silently the blanket green and blue
And I shall hear the silence they are keeping
Ill bring all their promises to you'
'Loretta I wont be gone long
Keep your dancing slippers on
Keep me on your mind a while
I’m comin' home I’m comin' home.'
'I'm gonna lay my trouble on a railroad track
I'm gonna ride I ain't lookin' back
I tried to stop but I can't unpack
Go to sleep with the clickety-clack
The big ol' wheels and the smokin' stack
Babe I'm bound to go
I got trouble in my soul
I got trouble trouble in my soul'
'All the things I've seen
And the places that I've been
Don't mean a thing since I found you
All that matters now
Since I've won your love somehow
Are these plans that I keep makin'
Not to lose you'
'All God's children need a little spring'
‘By those same stars above you
I swear that I love you
You are my pretty fraulein’
'Chained upon the face of time
Feelin' full of foolish rhymne
There ain't no dark till something shines
I’m bound to leave this dark behind'
'Dream pretty dreams
Touch beautiful things
Let all the skies surround you
Swim with the swans
And believe that upon
Some glorious dawn
Love will find you'
'Jesus was an only son
And love his only concept
Strangers cry in foreign tongues
And dirty up the doorstep
And I for one and you for two
Ain't got the time for outside
Just keep your injured looks to you
We'll tell the world that we tried'