Meet me on the bottom, bring me my running shoes, When I come out the window, we ain't got time to lose. Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat
One or two moments a piece of your time is all I am asking and I'll give you mine One or two moments out of all you have got to show how I love you believe
You got me running, you got me hiding, You got me running, hiding, hiding, running, Anywhere you want it, let it roll, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hey, you got
my drag wheel roll. One sunday morning in a driving rain, Around the curve came a passenger train, In the cabin stood Casey Jones, Bold engineer but he's dead
The joint was jumping on the corner down on Honky Tonk Street, All of a sudden up pulled a Cadillac and out stepped a can named Pete. A diamond on every
High on the mountain tell me what do you see, Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me, Better take Chicago Forest to the plain, There's a
Hey, Bo Diddley dee.
There ain't no bread in the bread box Because we ain't got no dough It's seems like we ain't got enough time to go fool around no more You been working
Oh bring me my shotgun, bring me back some shells, Why don't you just bring me my shotgun, Bring me back a pocket full of shells, Well you know if I
Jones was the mother of twins, Two times over and the rest were sins. Raised eight boys, only I turned bad, Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones
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
Bombs away Well I guess I'm back in love again And around we go This will bring me ruin, but I s'pose it's pleasin I've changed the eyes I gaze in But
I was down by Bondi Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee, When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a technicolor
Well now baby used to stay all night long, made me cry, Lord she done me wrong. Hurt my eyes open, and that's no lie, tables turnin', now it's her turn
Mama said, "Don't go near that river, Don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come in the morning I'd always be there, Walking in his footsteps in
You don't know what you've done We may fall into the ocean But we're not gonna run You are a friend of the devil but we're not afraid of him We will
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
Take a snip of this then play a little riff, don't be afraid to try Don't need no airplane to get off the ground there's more than one way to fly Have