My father told me These are the nights that never die One day my father he told me "Son, don't let it slip away" "When you get older Your wild heart will live for younger days Think of me if ever you're afraid" He said, "One day you'll leave this world

Please come home for Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad New Years Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs will be singing Silent Night Christmas carols by candlelight If not

And I never did I don't want you And I never will Your golden lies feed my role In this forgotten space race under my control Who's returned from the dead? Who remains? You know I don't want you You wanted more than I was worth

Your love, your love (yeah) Your love, your love Shawty I'm a only tell you this once, You the illest (bah ba bah bah oh) And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba bah bah oh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something

On the road again And I cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends Just can't wait to get on the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep

And we're standing one and all fighting till we fall hoping for a better day Burning starfire, shine in the sky For the lives of great men who stands by your side When the night falls on we will rise And the warrior stands on the top of the hill in the

What a bam bam This man, don't trouble no man I want you to know that I am the man who Fight for the right, not for the wrong Going there, I'm growing there Helping the weak against the strong Soon you will find out the man I'm supposed to be

Love me tender And I always will Love me true All my dreams fulfilled For my darlin' I love you Love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

Lord I wonder, will my baby think of me Lord I ain't got no, special rider here Well, that mean old, mean old Frisco, and that low down Santa Fe Yes, that mean old Frisco, low down Santa Fe Gone took my babe away,