Wipe my tracks out with my tail I'm that wolf, dig a hole, Yeah I'm the wolf and everybody in the world, Trying to find out who I prowl I'm the wolf and everybody in the world, They're trying to find out who I hound Well you know they can't see me at

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to dance with my baby Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to stop It's gonna drive me crazy

Faces in the crowd Faces in the crowd will smile again And the devil may cry The devil may cry at the end of the night They will parade upon your victory It won't be in vain To swallow all your pain And learn to love what burns And gather courage to

(I really can't stay) Betty, it's cold outside Ah, but it's cold outside (I've got to go away) Betty, it's cold out there (This evening has been) Been hoping that you'd drop in (So very nice) I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

Lost in the middle of nowhere Where there is no cares Moonlight shining, county riding Counting the white lines as they blur by Till there's gravel on the ground Just you and me and the headlights glowing Not one bar on our phones We're young and the

Mama's just a little girl Mama don't know why Time ain't on her side 'Cause mama's just a little girl (mama is just a little girl) Living if she is or not, oh Young mothers (that's right) I feel ya (hey) I know how it is Don't nobody understand

One, two, three Right, two, three March, two, three It's just the way it is But I got a mind to show my strength And I got a right to speak my mind And I'm gonna pay for this They're gonna burn me at the stake But I got a fire in my veins

In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said nah nah hey hey Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away That's not right Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away You

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

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All