Long, hard trails underneath the Texas sun Rode into the town, I was lookin' for some action Drier than a cactus had my back against the wall Suckin'
Terrorize, prophesize Small town any place Prodigal son, hey, loyal to none He had it all to say Renegade from another world Child, he was the wild one
I suspected for some time that you had other lovers But I didn't know that those men in your room Weren't really your brothers And I was working in the
Ooh, I need your love, babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love, babe Just like I need you Hold me, love me Hold me, love me I ain't got nothing
Sugar lady, be my savior 'Cause I'm tired, I've been eight days on the road That's right, eight days on the road Travelin' through the night There ain
Look over your shoulder Remember that you're older Forget about who told ya That everything is over [Chorus] You don't have to change your name You
I'm nervous and upset because this girl I've never met, I get to meet tonight at eight. I'm taking her to dinner at a charming old cafe, but who can eat
One, two, three I think about you far more than I think I ought to What in this world would I do if I didn't have you around? And I worry sometimes when
Come on I said, "Hey girl, what's your name? Haven't I seen you before? I recognize them dark green eyes When you walked through the door" "Are you
I'm glad when you're near And I'm sad when you're here That is what it's like to be me I'm glad when you're here And I'm sad when you're near This is
( Richard Speck ) Richard Speck stayed in Chicago. He took some pills and drank some alcohol. He tried to wreck nine nurses but one of them got away.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Eight beautiful notes I play eight notes they sound like this When I play them
Narrator speaks: Once upon a time in The Land of Eight, There stood a castle, very great. Eight flags were waving in the air For the King of Eight had
All the girls in the Paris night All the girls in the pale moonlight All the girls with the shopping bags All the girls with the washing rags All the
In which direction are we going? How many runaways are we stowing? Over the black sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
(Eight by ten eight by ten) All that's left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten (A souvenir of things that might have been) My lonely