When I hold you
In my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Cause happiness is a warm gun
Bang bang shoot shoot

I can recognize the symptoms
You should know I've changed my mind
I know what you're doing
And it's not, gonna work this time

Well the bigger the city, well the brighter the lights
The bigger the dog, well the harder the bite
I don't know where you been last night
But I think mama, you ain't doin' right
Say I know a little
I know a little about it
I know a little
I know a little 'bout it
I know a little 'bout love
And baby I can guess the rest

[Edited on 3/26/2015 by DougMacKenzie]

Well my mama died and left me
My papa died and left me
I ain't good looking baby
Want someone sweet and kind

People say I'm no good, crazy as a loon.
Cause I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon.
Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade,
An', I ain't got no money, but I damn sure got it made

Gonna sit down in the kitchen
And fix me something good to eat
And make my head a little high
And make this whole day complete
We're gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on

Well David put a match to a Lucky Strike
And the smoke curled up 'round his head how he liked,
It made him feel a little mysterious
'Til Trudy said "David honey, what about us?"

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can’t help it if I’m lucky

A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

Hobo's Lullaby
Words and Music by Goebel Reeves

Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rails hummin'
That's the hobo's lullaby

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning gray
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find peace and rest someday

Now don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to Heaven
You'll find no policemen there

So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Listen to the steel rails hummin'
That's a hobo's lullaby

But if you believed in me like I believe in you,
We could have a love so true, we would go on endlessly.
And I know anyday, anyday, I will see you smile.
Any way, any way, only for a little while.

Do you believe in magic, in a young girl's heart?
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic and it'll free your soul
But it's like tryin' to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll

Somethin' real, somethin' to feel
I can't find a soul who'll take on this mess
It's those rock and roll hours, early graves without flowers
Please, please darlin' put my mind at rest
I'm beggin' please darlin' put my mind at rest
So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what
I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move
You're a dream, and that's all that I ask for
So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you
Skin it back

Hey hey, my my
Rock and Roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my

Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there
Maybe there's somethin' in the air
Before our upper lips get stiff
Maybe we need us a big ol whiff

I want to know where you going
I want to know, sweet mama, where you gonna go?
Oh, Have another hit of fresh air
Oh, Have another hit

Fly so swift the rain won't lift
The gate won't close the railings froze
Get your mind on wintertime
You ain't going nowhere

You come home in the evening
Turn the tv on
You ain't going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.

Gonna sit down in the kitchen and fix me something good to eat
make my head a little high and make this whole day complete
cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on.

Oh, dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A shanty town
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A shanty town

That's a big ten-four, from your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels, those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round, to take me down to shaky town

Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong
I just wanna be back where I belong
World turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
World turning
Everybody's got me down

I always thought our house was haunted
But nobody said boo to me
I never did get what I wanted
Now I get what I need
It's been a slow turning

I just moved in my new house today
Moving was hard but I got squared away
When bells starting rings and chains rattled loud
I knew I'd moved in a haunted house

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you've got to hide your love away

You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say
That you still want me
Well, that's as may be
But you gotta stand trial
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles

Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial

If you need a pacifier
Call me anytime
I'll try to be your satisfier
If you feel
Like a horse
Blazin' at the bit
Call my number
Anytime night or day
I'll get ya fixed
If life gets hard to understand
And your life is way out of hand
Come to Poppa
Come see your poppa