Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. Well, I came down there with my hat caved in Oh I'll go back home with my pocket full of tin oh doo-dah day Well, the Camptown ladies sing this

Yea, those will be the days that I will be missing When I’m old and when I’m gray and when I stop working I hope that I can say When all my days are done That I had my fun We never had that much to do So we just lay around in someone’s house Someday I’ll

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

Slow inside I take my time Will come and fill the empty space My wound I'll nurse I'll understand My pain one day will disappear The land beyond is deep within I took the path & I cannot go back I've just connected myself with I But I don't know me that

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Go ‘head on, Tulane. Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop, Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop, Ev’rything was clickin, and the business was good, ‘Till one day, lo and behold an officer stood. Johnny jumped the counter

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna wait till

I'll be back one day Til I'm gone (gone) I grew tired of the same, then one night Packed my things, told the one I love Through the fight, through the pain Booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry Been dreaming this since I was young