I'm a born sinner But I die better than that, swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better tonight) If you ain’t fucking with that I don’t care

Take my hand Let me stand Where no one stands alone Hold my hand all the way Every hour, every day Come here to the great unknown Once I stood in the night With my head bowed low In the darkness

The drive of shame On the big mistake, I made last night Excuse me while I take Now as the sun comes up It's shining a light I hit the gas and she hit the brakes What should it be? Kay, I got it

Precious memories how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold Precious memories, unseen angels Sent from somewhere to my soul How they linger, ever near me And the sacred past unfolds

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city

Doing it right Everybody will be dancing and we'll Feeling it right Everybody will be dancing and be Everybody will be dancing and we'll be Feeling all right Everybody will be dancing to the If you do it right Let it go all night

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

There's no end in sight Learning to fly, letting go of it all Finding these questions inside me still burn Like tomorrow never comes Tonight we black out the sun Better hold on tight Before you know it's gone And live like tomorrow never comes

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender