: Watch your head on that root, got to let your eyes adjust. I'm sorry about your suit, can't do nothing about the dust. Welcome down underground, hunker
in a trance. He bought it back from the war in France, down onto Copperline. Branch water and tomato wine, creosote and turpentine, sour mash and new moon shine
be. She was all in white at the foot of my bed, I said angel of mercy I'm alive or am I dead? My name is William James McPhee, I was born in 1843. Raised
: Take all the money that we need for school and to keep the street people in out of the cold. Spend it on a weapon you can never use, make the world
I met you, living with your people down in New Orleans. Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you ride in no nasty limousine. Later on the levee with the moon
: Took my baby to the hop last night, what to my surprise, when we got there she hit me with the news right between the eyes- she said she couldn't do
: Like everyone she knows, she's holding out for true love, waiting on an answer, ready for a change. And everywhere she goes, she's just a little bit
: Workin' on a thing, workin' on a thing, funny little thing I know, sure got to like it. Only thing I got to show you, running around the room in my
not so deep as the love I'm in, I know not how I sink or swim. Oh love is handsome and love is fine, the sweetest flower when first it's new. But love
: Let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King and recognize that there are ties between us, all men and women living on the Earth. Ties of hope
: Mount up, move on, may you find the way back home. Down and down we go, down into bright October, brothers in arms no more now that the war is over
of misery that you done been through, standing in line and it's waiting for you. One kiss leads to another, brother, when you come back home. And that moon will be shining
Took my baby to the hop last night, what to my surprise, when we got there she hit me with the news right between the eyes- she said she couldn't do
Watch your head on that root, got to let your eyes adjust. I'm sorry about your suit, can't do nothing about the dust. Welcome down underground, hunker
Like everyone she knows, she's holding out for true love, waiting on an answer, ready for a change. And everywhere she goes, she's just a little bit
Mount up, move on, may you find the way back home. Down and down we go, down into bright October, brothers in arms no more now that the war is over.