Oh boy, makin? noise for the love of Buddy Holly My six string, way gone Real low, let it roll like a motor ever purrin? My machine, rave on Sentimental
All my funny pages, cartoon Saturdays ago Carved my number in the door Oh, my revelation, railway summers overcast And the creaking of the boards, oh
Nothing gonna break heart your today Nothing gonna steal your light away, no Even when the skies are turning gray Ah, you?re gonna welcome in the rain
Brown doves on the wire, do they ever tire Up in the eggshell sky I know if it was me, wings a take you far The burden of flight is ours Even that the
Set your wooden horses to roam In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave, sooner or late You?ll be led like a child by the hidden hand of fate
I often dream of trains when I'm alone I ride on them into another zone I dream of them constantly heading for paradise Or Basingstoke or Reading I often
Shangri-La out on the West side In the blinding night, oh why? Where they swing their arms out by the roadside Like a baby doll, oh why? Damn, this floor
Drunk on the blood of a hero's welcome, babe Ringin' in the year with a ticker tape parade While the motorcade is stretched from First to Main Calamity
Johnny Guitar you wanna feel good Johnny Guitar you wanna flail Hop in the car and buddy we?ll ride A hundred miles to Hell Johnny Guitar you gotta witness
Chain lightning, young lions Come thundering a dancing town Chain lightning, come to strike you down Brute force, gun crazy Come roaring onto foreign
You take the air in You take the whole room in, ya hold it for all time, hold it in your heart like amber you take the night in you take the consequences
What do you want that you can?t have So high on the vine that you can?t grab There's so much, so much here, so much here for the takin? So much here,
Gutter trickle, bombast, a gunpowder wind Wanna let it all sink in Like a rain collecting, I held on to you Even when you begged me not to Can?t you
Oh, you rush and you run To the ends of the earth Is your work ever done Oh, and what is it worth Blood on your hands Killing a dead man time and again
There's an army on the dance floor It's a fashion with a gun, my love In a room without a door A kiss is not enough in Love my way, it's a new road I
Did you never call? I waited for your call These rivers of suggestion are driving me away The trees will bend, the cities wash away The city on the river
Suns burn away, starlight exploding There will come a day when you return to love Love, love, love, love, love, love Souls tear away, swallowed by oceans
Shippin? off to the country Where the tales are tall You'll come back with a story Or ya won't come back at all Tom-tom rumors are pounding Rustling
