I'll remember Now I'll never be afraid to cry And I'll remember Now that I'm standing on my own I'll remember (I'll remember) Say goodbye The love that you gave me The way that you changed me I'll remember, hmm

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

I could have danced all night I could have spread my wings I'll never know what made it so exciting Why all at once my heart took flight I only know when he began to dance with me I could have danced, danced, danced all night And still have begged for

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember

I'll never be your beast of burden All I want for you to make love to me Am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be My back is broad but it's a hurting I've walked

I'll never never never never never never refuse you My blackbird chain, my blackbird chain A blackbird chain, a blackbird chain Give me traces of your lifeblood flowing in a loving cup And tell me I'm dream dream dream dreaming and I'll never wake up A

To decompose It all will end in the dirt again Left to be one with the dirt again Cadaver filled carcasses flood the land Methodically emptied of bone and blood Sacrificing mortal beings never to subside Savage beatings pulverized and no one heard the

I'll never forget you Eighty-Six Charlie came over He asked me for a favor Asked me a question Asked me to make an exception Eighty-Six Charlie, he came back Said he'd been thinking it over Said he's had a change of heart He thinks he's made a grave

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Riding herd through sun and the rain Panning for gold on the cuff We've did everything in the book I guess And a lot that they never thought up Oh Jim, Jim, so you're ridin' on ahead Well if that?s how it?s going to be Jim, Jim, I wore a tie today The