Ain't lookin' forward and I ain't lookin' back Aint' lookin' forward and I ain't lookin' back Lordy, seem like every hour sure gon' be my last Minutes
Well, who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot? Who's gonna glove your hand? Who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips? And who's gonna be your man? Is that
I'll be the wind in your leaves The warmth of the sun I'm always drawing your colors I'm always tracing your footsteps It's a hard world, it's a cold
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never hollers coo coo till the fourth day of July Gonna build me log cabin On a mountain
In spite of everything around me I hit the floor and my feet kept moving I looked forwards and never backwards I was out the door like a rollin' soldier
Well, in my time of dying I don't want nobody to moan All I want my friends to do Come and fold my dying arms (Well, well, well) So I can die easy (Well
Don't you fall in love with me Don't show me your affection I can't give you what you want from me I don't want the attention I gave away my heart before
You said to yourself that we did not love you All of the years didn't mean nothing You told yourself we would not forgive you Mistakes that you made would
you Yeah, sometimes look you in the eye Say that, "I too am human, I could easily be I could be easily be, I could easily be"
Run away to the seashore It doesn't matter anymore It doesn't matter anymore Words dry up and fly away With the passing of the days Eventually you just
'm comin' from the south, Susanna, don't you cry Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee Well, I soon will be
The way your mind works Drivin' so fast, carving your way Through the city Well, you can't tell me You get what you want You've figured it out And you
If I wanted to say to you That I wanted to see your face again That I want to hear you laughing In spite of all the damage I've done If I wanted to hear
I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship Out on the sea None of my love Floating wild come back to me So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter With
Let?s play this one out, until it explodes Into a thousand tiny pieces What?s the story universe You are melody in numbers You were shapes you were rhythms
as a rose Well, I ain't got no use For your red apple juice And I'm not gonna be treated this way This way, this way, oh And I'm not gonna be treated
All the dogs are haunted And the snow melts on the grass You were what I wanted But the fever could not last In the day, I am dreaming In the night,
