A hundred missed calls on my cellphone
On a midnight train a long way from home
All these miles tearing us apart
A million questions running through my mind
But no anwers there for me to find
And I don't even know where to start
Cause you’re a pretty girl not a pretty little thing
You hit me like a bullet with butterfly wings
You’re loving tastes so good even though it stings you’re
my everything
I knew it from the start, you’re a live wire
You make my heart flare like a wild brushfire
Don't wanna change a thing just be my little wing
Be my everything
Another text comes from the outside
Asking why don't you reply
A few more drinks and I'll be alright
Cause I can't bring myself to start this fight
Cause you’re a pretty girl not a pretty little thing
You hit me like a bullet with butterfly wings
You’re loving tastes so good even though it stings you’re my everything
I knew it from the start, you’re a live wire
You make my heart flare like a wild brushfire
Don't wanna change a thing just be my little wing
Be my everything
I don't know I don't care
Don't leave me hanging like thread in midair
I don't know I don't care
Anytime, anywhere, I'll be there
Cause you’re a pretty girl not a pretty little thing
You hit me like a bullet with butterfly wings
You’re loving tastes so good even though it stings you’re my everything
I knew it from the start, you’re a live wire
You make my heart flare like a wild brushfire
Don't wanna change a thing just be my little wing
Be my everything
Cause you’re a pretty girl not a pretty little thing
You hit me like a bullet with butterfly wings
You’re loving tastes so good even though it stings you’re my everything
I knew it from the start, you’re a live wire
You make my heart flare like a wild brushfire
Don't wanna change a thing just be my little wing
You’re my everything
Half your life you struggle
Half your life you fly
Half your life makin' trouble
Half your life makin' it right
One day I’m the exception
Most days I’m just like most
Some days I’m headed in the right direction
And some days I ain’t even close
I’m a little bit steady but still little bit rollin' stone
I’m a little bit heaven but still a little bit flesh-and-bone
Little found, little don’t-know-where-I-am
I’m a little bit holy water but still a little bit burning man
Burning man
I always loved the highway
I just don’t run it as fast
I still go wherever the wind blows me
But I always find my way back
I still don’t get it right sometimes
I just don’t get it as wrong
I still go a little bit crazy sometimes
Yeah, but now I don’t stay near as long
I’m a little bit steady but still little bit rollin' stone
I’m a little bit heaven but still a little bit flesh-and-bone
Little found, little don’t-know-where-I-am
I’m a little bit holy water but still a little bit burning man
Burning man
Still just a burn, burn, burning man
Still just a burning man
Maybe I’ll go to the desert
Find myself in the Joshua Tree
If we pass in the night then just hand me a light
And tell me you burned just like me
I’m a little bit steady but still little bit rollin' stone
I’m a little bit heaven but still a little bit flesh-and-bone
Little found, little don’t-know-where-I-am
I’m a little bit holy water but still a little bit burning man
Burning man
Still just a burn, burn, burning man
Just a burning man
Still just a burn, burn, burning man
Just a burning man
Just a burning man
Burning man, burning man
Not everybody drinks on a Tuesday night
Mixes their liquor with Crystal Light
With a couple of friends they called out of the blue
And not everybody spends what they made that week
On a tank of gas and a little bit of weed
But all my favorite people do
I don’t know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we’re going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
Come on, TJ
Not everybody’s gonna find clarity
In a back porch sittin' kind of therapy
With a little bit of wine, John Prine, and Camel Blues
Not everybody leaves well enough alone
Stays out of business that ain’t their own
But all my favorite people do
I don’t know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we’re going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
All my favorite people, all my favorite people
All my favorite people, yeah, they do
Yeah, we ain’t all perfect, but we’re doing alright
Everybody’s worried 'bout tryin' to get by
But all my favorite people do
Well, I don’t know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we’re going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
Baby, I’m a renegade
Baby, you’re a firestorm
Move your body close to mine
We can dance into the dawn
I can see we’re getting late
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
And I could lose a year of sleep
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
Shoot me straight into my heart
We don’t have to take it slow
Love me like we’re out of time
Easy come and easy go Cut me deep into the bone
You’re my perfect getaway
I am right where I belong
We got more than words can say
Baby, I’m a renegade
Baby, you’re a firestorm
Move your body close to mine
We can dance into the dawn
I can see we’re getting late
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
And I could lose a year of sleep
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight
Round and round, round we go
Where it stops? Nobody knows it
Side to side, baby, back and forth
God above and the devil below him
You got your reasons and I got my wants
Still got that feeling, but I’m too old to die young now
Too old to die young now
Above or below the ground
Just too old to die young now
Still, the good lord might lay me down
Round and round, round we go
Where it stops? Nobody knows it
Side to side, baby, down in the hole
God above and the devil below him
You got your reasons and I got my wants
Still got that feeling, but I’m too old to die young now
Too old to die young now
Above or below the ground
Yes, too old to die young now
Still, the good lord might lay me down
To lay me down
T-t-to die young now
Too old to die young now
Above or below the ground
Still, the good lord might lay me down
Soldiers and slaves
Pounding halos and chains
Marching somewhere the same
Always somewhere the same
All along the way
All along the way
Till it goes down
Yet I got rent here to pay
Up in the long lost charade
Of the shakedown
Riots and raids
Rolling blackouts & tanks
Give them a kick if they don’t behave
Give them a kick if they won’t obey
All along the way
All along the way till it goes down
Yeah I got rent here to pay up
In the long lost charade of the shakedown
And I got no time to waste
Swear to god
There may be hell to pay
When it goes down
For the shakedown
For the shakedown
I called out my name
And my number in vain
Always somewhere the same
Always somewhere the same
All along the way
All along the way
Till it goes down
Yet I got rent here to pay
Up in the long lost charade
Of the shakedown
Man, I got no time to waste
Swear to god
There may be hell to pay
When it goes down
Oh, lord
Here comes the shakedown
Bracing for the shakedown
Bracing for the shakedown
For the shakedown
For the shakedown
Here comes the shakedown
Here comes the shakedown
Here comes the shakedown
Here comes the shakedown
I got to hear her cry
I got to hear my angel calling
Such a long goodbye
(Hope the sound to break me)
It all comes down
When you’re lost in the middle in a bad way
And broken like an old vow
But don’t cry for me, baby
We’re all out here alone
Who even know where
Our souls are born
Or where they may be going
From on high to below
With the moon and the scarecrow
But don’t let it get you down
With the Moon & the Scarecrow
Don’t let it get you down
Got to hear her cry
Got to hear my angel calling
And give a long sigh
(the sound may shake me)
They put the old man down
And they cried to the lord with a fury
Only flesh & bone will allow
But don’t cry for me, baby
We’re all out here alone
Who even know where
Our souls are born
Or where they may be going
From on high to below
With the moon and the scarecrow
But don’t let it get you down
With the Moon & the Scarecrow
Don’t let it get you down
With the Moon & the Scarecrow
And if truth ever be told
Will we go mad?
With the Moon & the Scarecrow
The Moon & the Scarecrow
In the Farmer’s Almanac
I saw the signs
I split my palm
Against his whispering cheek
Down in a dark cove
I fasted with the scarecrows
And the whole town
Ran with the killers and cutters
And got down
Double did my time in a cold hole
Right where the law man caught me
In the dark glow
Then I hear my song
And I want more
If you keep on coming
You gonna get shown
Get him get him
Before I forget them
And ditch them
Disempowered and pulling the trigger
A riddle
I’m a skinny chicken
My mind my legs my whole
Head’s on fire
Along the way
Skull jammed it’s doomed and damned
You a real man?
Like a child that’s born & raised & hazed
And kicked around by maggots
And now I’m crazy
Do I live or die
Along the way
With the Moon & the Scarecrow
All you mothers and you brothers and you sisters and you fathers and everybody
walkin' this land:
No matter your race, your creed, your tribe, this nation you defend
With open hearts, open minds, lend a helpin' hand each time
To the mothers and the brothers and the sisters and the fathers:
everybody walkin' this land
All you believers, pretenders, bona fide sinners; everybody walkin' this land:
No matter your church, your faith, your sign, this lion in your den
All seeing eyes and Jesus Christ, we’re all livin' in a paradise
With believers, pretenders, bona fide sinners; everybody walkin' this land
Lord we pray we make it through the day
All you mothers, you brothers, you sisters, you fathers, believers, pretenders,
bona fide sinners, everybody walkin' this land
All you racists, fascists, nihilists and bigots: I’m callin' you out, my friend
I’ve felt your hurt, drank your fear, your actions will not stand
Get on your knees, bend to pray; look at me, you can change
You racists, fascists, nihilists and bigots: I’m callin' you out, my friend
Lord we pray you make it through the day
You racists, fascists, nihilists and bigots: we’re prayin' for you, my friend
All you prophets, saints, angels and ladies and all you gentlemen
We’ve walked on fire, we’ve fought through hell, we’re soldiers 'til the end
If you can’t get enough, don’t think that devil won’t fill your cup
You mothers, you brothers, you sisters, you fathers, you believers, pretenders,
bona fide sinners, racists, fascists, nihilists and bigots, prophets,
saints and angels and ladies, all you gentlemen
Everybody walkin' this land
I left my home in Georgia
Took a dream and a dollar
Went looking for that fortune and fame
Well I found it up in Nashville
With the guitars and the fiddles
Started singing ‘cross the U.S. of A
Well I’d played my songs in Georgia
Way down there in Florida
Once or twice in New Orleans
But the sounds I was making
Didn’t know that I’d be taking
Them to places that’s so far and so strange
But the people really dug it
No matter where we strummed it
I felt it would be OK
‘Cos I learned right away
It ain’t just a southern thing!
Now I’ve played up in Chicago
And western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Santé Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And eastern Oklahoma
And a TV-Show out in L. A
They got the hats and boots
And them country roots
No matter what state they claim
Yeah the facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thing!
I’ve seen cowgirls a plenty up in NYC
Milwaukee and in Philly PA
They got the four-wheel drives
On that Minnesota ice
Just like they have in Alabam-a
They’re dancing and they’re moving
To the lyrics and the music
From Maui up to Bangor Maine
Lord it may sound strange
But it ain’t just a southern thing!
Yeah I’ve played up in Chicago
And western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Santé Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And eastern Oklahoma
And a TV-Show out in L. A
They got the hats and boots
And them country roots
No matter what state they claim
All the facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thing!
I’ve played that country music
On the land and on the ocean
But people can’t say my name
Yeah, the fact remains
It ain’t just a southern thing!
Oh I’ve played up in Chicago
And western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Santé Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And eastern Oklahoma
And a TV-Show out in L. A
They got the hats and boots
And them country roots
No matter what state they claim
Oh the facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thing!
Oh, it may sound strange
It ain’t just a southern thing!
Yeah the fact remains
It ain’t just a southern thing!