I was a lost boy I was a lost boy in my room Too much to handle You're all alone Does she love you, you'll never know 'Til she kills my soul You're all that I'll know Our love virtues, forever on Out of the shadows

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door The moment I saw him smile I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to

Bad boy boogie On the day I was born the rain fell down There was trouble brewing in my home town It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I

The day the freebird fell Oh, I remember it well So many cried when Ronnie died He never said farewell What he'd say in a southern song Stories told still here long I was just a teenage boy on my way to school Freebird fell Mama mad at me for me 'cause I

That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball! Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all. But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall He stands like a statue,

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singin' The most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Now get along, get