Bring you all along with me Will we need it? When the war ends, yeah We'll wonder what it was about And when we grow old, yeah We'll all wonder how we missed out I've got soulful days to counter evil ways Shed me from the universe Carry me from life

Where do we go from here? God have mercy And should we really care? The end is finally here People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of

You're working for the clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! (working for the clampdown) What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend

Whatever happens But it ain't easy And we'll kiss before we say 'goodnight' And be happy, anyway We'll have some love along the way We'll look for some words of love to say And smile..mmmmm It may happen anyway And whatever happens

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

California dreamin' on such a winter's day All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A. Stopped in to a church I passed along the way Well I got down on my knees and I pretend

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot

Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,