Well, I wandered alone through a desert of stone And I dreamt of my future wife My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command In this version of death
I'm a long player, my song is my savior I've got to raise it up as far as my spirit can reach That everyone might see Within earshot of rose colored
that ever did breath upon a pearl I am a coat of many colours with the coronation stone and the crown I'm tumbling through the years Higher bound! I'm the song
good friend Of a man who sells cars second hand Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harbor There by the port just outside Amsterdam Everyone shares in the songs
folk song who seem to find Singing fifty verses of on top of old smokey is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five. This type of song also has what
spoke to the goat Who was eating a bowl of bones, potatoes and soap (o-o-o-o-o-o) A rope did float And hook the goat And a boy climbed the stone made
mon now, sing it up. If you wanna hear Bob Dylan, Then I'll play "Like A Rollin' Stone." If you wanna hear Bob Wills, I'll sing "The Rose Of San Antone
't mine to disclose But like evening rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and begins to compose A song worth singing A world that keeps
the song and the melody When Gentry plays guitar When Gentry sings this song He's alone inside a glass house Made of stone When Gentry sings a song
turn away to face The cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night For mercy love The sun so bright It leaves no shadows Only scars, carved into stone
can roll a bigger stone I've cut the ties that build the rule of lies And then I tripped away into the void Lay down the gun that defends me Cover me with a rose
. Across heroic land but winds from hell propelled further, To bodies of dead and dying to last gulped. It was fear, which led her hand, when she painted stones
take a picture thats instant It gets lost tonight, oh baby it burns When I love you baby Gypsy rose she rose to me I remember a rolling stone Rolling
that lovin feeling Like a virgin, She's leaving home Like a rolling stone I know what boys like, I send a message This is not a love song Love cats
, resist, re-define a dire need Crash land, in this unassuming reality When all the bodies fall will they shun the light And dust their feet on brittle stone
my fingers through your hair What a feeling but you don't want to be my friend You've killed two birds with one stone, congratulations That yellow rose
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life
And set this song into flight In this age that lacks of grace Where poets die and leave no trace Do I toil this night long All for a rhyme, all for a song