Hey there, Mr. Tin Man You don't know how lucky you are You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' For something bound to fall apart Every time you're feeling empty Better thank your lucky stars If you ever felt one breaking You'd never want a heart

Fast company You're going nowhere, you're going nowhere fast Now, where you going? Now, what's the rush? You listen here No, you just hush I know what you think That man don't know anything But I've been around a while

Run for cover Run while you can, baby, don't look back You gotta run for cover Don't be afraid of the fear, that's a played out trap, man You know you're not the only one And don't look back, just run for cover She's running What have you gathered to

And wild is the wind Wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Takes another drink or two, Things look better when she's through Now change has come over her body, She doesn't see me anymore Whiskey woman don't you know that you are drivin' me insane The liquor you give stems your will to live and gets right to my

I leave the light on I want to live I don't know much about it I seen myself with a dirty face, I cut my luck with a dirty ace I went from zero to minus ten I drank your wine then I stole your man I leave the light on,

Baby baby don't panic, I know how to cook bannock. I can build you a fire, I know you're tired, ain't this romantic? I'm a mountain man. It was a beautiful sunny morning, so we went for a drive, Hiked up in the mountains, and we lost track of time. A

Baby, please don't go Before I be your dog Turn your lamp down low You know your man down gone You brought me way down here Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans, you know I love you so I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone I beg you all

That we are No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to