Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I´d kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, We will fall, down down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run´n fight for life

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive, overdrive Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You and I and no one else I

Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds

I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

By jimmy reed Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. I can't help it, baby, if I'm acting strange. I'm just hoping, baby, I'm not going insane. Well baby,

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

I got a question Will the truth really set you free? When the police gon' stop pressing me? When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Look,

You better sit back down 'Til you hold your ground You better put that down Behave little boy I am on a binge I'm losing all my friends I'm losing in the end It's your turn to learn to fight

May it never end And may your winning streak Winters cold May you always have someone good to hold May your winning streak Through summers long and And may good fortune wait on every bend So, roll the dice, boy 'Cause my money's on you