Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

I want to tell you 'bout my good thing I ain't disclosing no names but He sure is a good friend and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, no If I tell you you won't come again, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin' but I do will, but I know, yeah Now

She gets on you Under your skin like a tattoo She'll always be there She holds on, stuck in your head like an old song She ain't goin' nowhere She's like starin' at the sun She's like standin' in the rain She's like finally coming home She could easily

And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder

Spreadin' rhythm around Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' Everybody you meet is rarin' Up in Harlem in every flat

Wherever there is you, I'm already there, But I'm already there, I'm already there. I will be there too, I will be there too. It's hard letting go, I'm finally at peace, but it feels wrong, Slow I'm getting up,

Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of