Some see life as a broken promise Some see life as an endless fight They think they live in the age of darkness They think they live in the age of Light
Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has
When your summer days come tumbling down And you find yourself alone Then you can come back and be with me Just close your eyes and I'll be there Listen
This old guitar ain't mine to keep Just taking care of it now It's been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It's been up and down
The painter stood before her work She looked around everywhere She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to
The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Toll, toll The fallen soldier bell The old church on the hill Still standing when so many fell Back when I was young
Was he thinkin' about my country Or the color of my skin? Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion And the way I worshipped him? Did he create just me in his
When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl
I just want to thank you For all of the things you've done I'm thinking about you I just want to send my love I send my best to you That's my message
(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh... Start with an F. Just ride in on the F. Maybe that's a good way to start. Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben? -
They were hiding behind hay bales They were planting in the full moon They had given all they had For something new But the light of day was on them
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to LA Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking
He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With his coca
I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and
Something opened up the gates again, I can't control it, so I rushed right in. Here comes a mommy and a little girl, Saw open drawers from around the
Come a little bit closer Hear what I have to say Just like children sleepin' We could dream this night away But there's a full moon risin' Let's go dancin
Where a boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young
Southern man, better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change's gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern
