There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get
When I was a boy I went running off to school Went home every evening Like there was nothing else to do One night I looked out my window And while the
A little gray around the crown A little hint of slowing down She puts on some old evening gown And dances alone Years are hazy and days are slow The
Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake When there wasn?t nothing but love to make They were two young lovers wishing on the stars above. Well, they carved
My father was a working man But his work was never done He stood behind a counter And he smiled at everyone He bought himself a business Worked
Did he know what he was doing Putting eyes into my head If he didn?t want me watching women He should?ve left my eyeballs dead Isn?t that so Isn?t that
Baby let?s go below the surface See what we can find There?s no reason to be nervous ?Cause it happens all the time I don?t want to go up to the
Let?s go down to Hamburg Let?s go down right now Let?s go down to Hamburg Let?s go down right now I don?t wanna go to Berlin Would be such a sin Let
Don?t know much about you Don?t know who you are We?ve been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don?t know why you chose us Were you
You?ll never know how much I love you You?ll never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that?s so hard to bear (You give
Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked
Got into a cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven Like it was real Said, They got mansions in heaven
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you
Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it?s gonna take a little time
