I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

Hey oh wow oh I'm down on my line I'm new in the city I'm lost in the world I'm up in the woods Down for the night, down for the night Who will survive in America? I'm building a still

Look how they shine for you Look at the stars Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm a bad motherfucker, bad bad I'm a bad mah'fucker Oh, have you been through what I've been through? Man, you'll be popping this shit too Oh, every time that I come through, I come through They say that

Hey Honolulu, we're going to happy Hawaii After all I've had to go through I'm making no plans (making no plans oh-ooh) Early this morning I drove in the rain Out to the airport to get on the plane Alice has been there, she said it was fun Swimming and

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

Oh, you're my kingdom come So sit me on your throne A love so deep, nothing else like it Scars go deep, but they can't find it Flame so bright make the daylight look dark Cross my heart, that I'll die for you Cross my heart, that I'll always keep you

(I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no, oh I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, all around in my home town They're tryin' to track me down They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a

The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back

(Oh! Ay ay ay) You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy car-ars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are So live your life (Hey! Ay ay ay) You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life