Fare you well, my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Are flown, except you alone Don't want to leave this broke down
Seems like I've been here before, Fuzzy then and still so obscure, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye. And I don't want to see anybody cry, Meet me
There are times when you can beckon There are times when you must call You can take a lot of reckoning but you can't take it all There are times when
Gone are the days when the ox fall down Take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said "Please gentle Jack Jones won
Well now C., C.C. Rider, well now see See what you have done Well now C., C.C. Rider, well now see See what you have done Well you made me love you woman
Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead, a lady in red Take my advice, you'd be better off dead Switchman's sleeping, train
Well, I'm flying down desert streets Wrapped in mother's wine and sheets Asbestos boots on flaming feet Dreaming of forbidden treats When uniforms on
Arabian wind, the needle's eye is thin The ships of state sail on mirage and drown in sand Out in no man's land where Allah does command What good is
I went down one day, I went down one day to see a Gypsy woman Just one old day, yes I did I want to find out, I want to find out I want to find out, I
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream Ah child of countless trees Ah child of
Look for a while at the China cat sunflower Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper dome bodhi drip a silver kimono Like a crazy quilt stargown
Take it, you can have it What I got, baby, I can't hold If you find the secret Tell me how to build the mold And I can't handle your problems Don't try
Come on all you pretty women with your hair a hanging down Open up your windows 'cuz the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing
Oh, sinning is a gentilized journey Take Jesus as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and saintly Without Him walking by your side And when you
Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand Says, "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe Don't give it up, you got
Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin' be treated this old way, this old way And I ain't goin' be treated this