Hang around, Willie boy Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushin' age seventy three Now there's
Rockin' chair money Now I got rockin' chair money But I got it the hard, hard way I fought in every battle From the start to the VJ day And now I'll
Winchester Cathedral You're bringin' me down You stood there and watched as My baby left town You could've done something But you didn't try You didn
I don't need your rockin' chair Your Geritol or your Medicare Well, I still got neon in my veins This grey hair don't mean a thing I do my rockin' on
Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair No, that one's not taken, I don't mind If you sit here, I'll be glad to share Yeah, it's usually packed
Darling, I will remember, darling I've been mellow and tender I've seen water by the cathedral Under the maple it was in April You wore a raincoat by
They have blown away the daylight hours we had Left a legacy, a deadly aftermath We cannot exist in godforsaken lands As we spiral down into oblivion
I'm so sorry I know exactly what you mean Tired of being devilish Sick of being wicked Habitual and untrue Another starting over Although it is the
Old rocking chair's got me, my cane by my side Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere Just set me here
A walk in the park This happens when some thing's up And stays till dark She's writing Cathedral Park But the words are lame like her life And then she
In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves
If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new? And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails
I called you all together for in just an hour or two There'll be an auction on the square just might int'rest you The first time I've seen most of you
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"The chair is armed, repeat, the chair is armed!" "Come back in here... Come back in here... You'll never turn the TV on, boy. I'll be there. I'll
I'm gonna buy myself a rockin' chair Try to rock away my blues I'm gonna buy myself a rockin' chair Try to rock away my blues 'Cause my friend came home
St. Peter's cathedral, built of granite But ever fearful of the answer When the candle in the tunnel Is flickering and sputters and fading faster It'
[bonus track] Voices whisper in my ear They take me so far away Take away my fear Make it disappear Everything I ve ever wanted to know I thought by