cause poverty is hell on a man Now I ride a lazy river through the Mississippi fan And if the best is for the best then the best can be damned I spent a few years
Peter said to Paul you know all those words we wrote Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go But now talking to God is Laurel
These chords are old but we shake hands Cause I believe that they?re the good guys We can use all the help we can So many minor chords outside I fell
Under wide blue skies There?s a place to lie For me and Evelyn to hide tonight I?ll try my best to make a go But I?m not sure what I don?t know Oh chariots
We started looking for you In the darker caves We had a lot of love We thought would light the way We saw the wrecks of buildings And ships that sank
I remember back in Illinois I found her The lily of the valley the lily of the West was a rose The daughter of the biggest big town banker He kept her
Radio waves are coming miles and miles Bringing only empty boats Whatever feeling they had when they sailed Somehow slipped out between the notes Out
Honey how you gonna make it on your own? Honey how you gonna make it on your own? When you wake up in the night And see the stars just city lights And
I became a thin blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew Wrapped up in a royal blue I flew over Royal City last night
He belongs in Idaho Packs of dogs and cigarettes For those who ain?t done packing yet My clothes are packed and I want to go Idaho oh Idaho Out at sea for seven years
I still remember that time when we were dancing We were dancing to a song that I?d heard Your face was simple and your hands were naked I was singing
