Sometimes you just go, how did they do that? Where did that come from?
For me, here's just a sampling:
Too cool to be forgotten
House rules, no exceptions
No bad language, no gambling, no
fighting
Sorry, no credit, don't ask
Bathroom wall reads: Is God the answer?
Yes.
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do.
Outside my window, I can hear the radio,
And I know that motor wagon is ready to
fly,
'cause it's almost Saturday night.
So often times it happens that we live
our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key.
I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love
I've lost count of the times I've given
up on you
But you make such a beautiful wreck, you
do
Ya, you make such a beautiful wreck, you
do
You make such a beautiful wreck, you do
At the dark end of this bar
What a beautiful wreck you are.
It's better to burn out than it is to
rust.
She said her name was Billie Jean and
she was fresh in town.
I didn’t know a stage line ran from
hell.
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he
sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
I wished I was in Austin
In the Chili Parlor Bar
Drinking Mad Dog margaritas.
Won't you share a common disaster?
Some people ain't no damn good
You can't trust 'em, you can't love 'em
No good deed goes unpunished.
Desperado, why don't you come to your
senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long
now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no
younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're
drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's
just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this
world all alone
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to
be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them
old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Don't think twice
It's all right.
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling
fine.
Got two reasons why I cry away each
lonely night,
The first one's named sweet Anne Marie
and she's my heart's delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the
sheriff's on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, I'll spend
my life in jail.
Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on
my mind.
Even God must get the blues.
God must hate me
He cursed me for eternity
God must hate me
Maybe you should pray for me
Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now- do you know how
Pick up the pieces and go home.
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
So I bought a guitar and I practiced
real hard
I wasn't much good, but I was willin'
Till to my chagrin, my girlfriend came
in
And she said, "Can you sing any
Dylan?"
Out all night playing in a band
looking for a fight
with a guitar in your hand
with a GUITAR in your hand
We all got holes to fill
and them holes are all that's real
some fall on you like a storm
sometimes you dig your own.
I am just a poor boy
Work’s my middle name
If money was the reason
Well I would not be the same.
I love this town... like an unmade bed
I need a love to keep my happy.
It's a long way to Texas... it's a long
way back home
It's a three hour flight on the plane
when I go
... away from this snow from Boston to
South Shore where the
Dreams roll and tumble... and bring the
prose to the wheel...
If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on you.
It's goodbye to all my friends.
It's time to go again.
Now that we come showin' up
Rumors bouncin' off of that truck
Just a let 'em stare at her and me
'Cause I don't care about anything but
us
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
And when you said I scared you,
Well I guess you scared me too.
If I had possession of Judgement Day
I wouldn't have no right to pray.
Now I'm leaving Normal and heading
towards Who Knows Where.
I've finally learned that there's good
and bad
And that a guy can do some choosin',
Of that I'm glad cause this heart and
face
Won't take any more bruisin'.
And the next time I fall in another's
arms
There's one thing I'll be certain,
That she can bear the weight of the love
I give
Without considering it a burden.
Living Life #9.
When you can't find a friend
You've still got the radio.
Livin' on refried dreams.
Guess I've got that old travlin' bone,
'cause this feelin' won't leave me alone.
But I won't, won't be losin' my way, no,
no
long as I can see the light.
All I ask
Don't tell anybody the secrets
I told you.
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he
scares me
But I want him by my side
though he's wild and he's bad
and sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied"
My Give A Damn's Busted
I got no friends 'cause they read the
papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm
getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean.
I'm old enough to know better, but still too
young to care.
Why is there one in every crowd, and why
do I attract them?
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
People bought 'em
And they called it Paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in
the sea
You’re one of a dying breed who only takes what they need
And leaves the rest to the feast of the
fools
When someone else along the way asks you
to stop and stay
And tell them a story or two
Tell them the one about this old man
from Blue River, Arizona
Who is tall and handsome in spite of his
lazy eye
Never found no gold on the trail of old
Coronado
Spent half of his life waiting on that
quittin’ time whistle to blow
Is it too much to demand
I want a full house and a rock and roll
band
Pens that won't run out of ink
And cool quiet and time to think.
Hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, 'Don't look back, just come on, Jim'
When you said you’d never heard of John
Prine
Well I knew right away you weren’t worth my time
And the moral of this story
Is I guess it's easier said than done
To look at what you've been through
And to see what you've become.
Quivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in the knee bones
Shivers down my thigh bones
Like I'm
Shakin' all over
I dont claim a thing
Not a two bit clue
But somebody whispered
War kills the truth
You wait in the car on the side of the
road
Lemme go and stand awhile, I wanna know you're there but I wanna be alone
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
Sometimes I get upset
When people treat me bad
Don’t have time to think
So I get real mad
And you can send me dead flowers every
morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
An old county road runs by my house and
ends on the river bank
In '73 they shut the ferry down
Back up the road there's a church and a
store with a bench full of lying old men
In the middle of a wide spot they call a
town
I'm just a young man living to make me
old plowing these fields by the river road
Where hopes dreams and my granddaddy
lived and died
They go as far as my eyes can see but
they ain't far enough for me
When I drive to the river and I look at
the other side
I've heard that into every life
a little rain must fall.
If there's any truth to the saying,
Lord, let it be a southern rain.
Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of
peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own.
Well, I sat there at the table and I
acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had
something up her sleeve.
So what in the world's come over you?
What in heaven's name have you done?
You've broken the speed of the sound of
loneliness
You're out there runnin'
Just to be on the run.
I'm the PATRON SAINT of the denial with
an ANGEL FACE and a taste for suicidal.
I recall once upon a time,
Livin' was so easy and I felt so fine.
But, my, my, my right before my very
eyes,
Satan came with fire to burn me,
Wouldn't listen when they warned me.
A dagger in my back while she's calling
me honey,
Wouldn't stand back, for neither love
nor money.
The hotter it is you know the hotter it
gets.
Every Friday, well, that's when I get
paid.
Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'cause
that's when I get paid.
Let me die on Saturday night, ooh,
before Sunday gets my head.
Why don't you cash in your chips
Why don't you call it a loss
Not such a big loss
Chalk it up to better luck
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's mine to play for a while
To live is to fly, low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
Well I been drinkin' again
And I know it's a sin
But I just can't refuse an old friend
Cause life is gettin' me down
And I been two times around
And there ain't nothing but pain around
the bend.
Is there anything a man don’t stand to
lose,
When the devil wants to take it all
away?
Clouds of myst’ry pourin’ confusion on
the ground.
Good men through the ages, tryin’ to
find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll
stop the rain.
Well you stole it 'cause I needed the
cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted
revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you
to
Baby, can we still be friends
And I been from Tucson to Tucancary,
Tahathapi to Tanapall
Driven every kind of rig that's ever
been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get
weighed.
And if you give me weed, whites, and
wine
And you show me a sign
Then I'll be willing
To be moving.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a
better song
'cos that's the honest measure of my
worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a
poorer man than me
as you lick the boots of death born out
of fear.
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel
May the wind take your troubles away
You took my joy
I want it back.
I don't know what it means when he takes
my pulse
And says that I'm a lot like him
Walking
down Main Street getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere, western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road, never looking behind
Say that you were stranded on a desert island
What books you gonna bring what friends would tag along
Say you had a month and you knew you were dying
How would you spend your time
What goodbyes would take too long
Every
lunatic must be well intentioned
Sets himself apart he's an instrument of God
Took her from the playground to the farmhouse cellar
Kissed her while he killed her like a good Samaritan
They finally found her body many Autumns after
Interviewed her mother who said "she'd now be 21
And although we lost her young
I know the good lord has a plan for all of us"
My
father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over it won't be long, he won't be around
I love my father, he could use some mercy now
Drag
queens in limousines
Nuns in blue jeans
Dreamers with big dreams
All took me in
Sam Stone was alone when he played his last request
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair