Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done Dark lady played back magic till the clock struck on the twelve She told me more about me than I knew myself The fortune queen of New Orleans,

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

We both know I could learn a thing or two And after all, it's just another day About behaving, but I love you Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer Show 'em how we do it! Just another way to prove I love you and it's hard today I'll lay back in my

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Pretty eyed, pirate smile She was the seamstress for the band She'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way So when I'm all choked up That Arizona sky burning in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on

You just you just, fooling around with me You're so beautiful, you just lay it on me Foxy lady you really are the greatest show in town You want to play, you wanna eat your cake and have it your way You've got it easy and you don't give a damn Foolin'

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather