I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I got a woman, want to ball all day I said I got a little woman and she won't be true I got a woman, she won't be true, no no Want to tell you about the girl I love My she looks so fine She's the only one that I

Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues Leaves were falling, just like embers In colors red and gold, they set us on fire Burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes Now I am guilty of

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

How dare you, I miss you They say I'll be OK But I'm not going to ever get over you But you went away Weather man said it's gonna snow By now I should be used to the cold Mid-February shouldn't be so scary It was only December I still remember the

Standing by the highway Just waiting in the rain You got me standing here waiting October sun is shining These tears they cause the pain It simply make up Only just to break up, oh baby And that ain't no fun to me I said it ain't no fun to me

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Give me one reason to stay here Said I don't want leave you lonely You got to make me change my mind And I'll turn right back around And I'll turn right back around I don't want no one to squeeze me, they might take away my life Baby I got your number,

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Stop whispering, start shouting Dear sir, I have a complaint Doesn't matter anyway And the wise man said I don't want to hear your voice And the thin man said I don't want to hear your voice And they're cursing me And they won't let me be There's nothing