If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!) If you're happy and you know it,

For closing me down Christmas flared amongst us And we called it evergreen Built a world without your love Take me back to the catacombs I am tempted by her love Bluest eyes against my own skin I've never been so caught up Looking around I see memories

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

I ain't your puppet, no And I ain't your steppin' stone I should have looked before I jumped I should have known I've tried, I've tried (I've tried) Oh, I've tried I've been bought and sold (and sold) One too many times Out and down (and down)

Who's that loungin' in my chair? Who's that castin' devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah And I smell sex and candy here Hanging 'round downtown by myself And I've had so much time to sit and think about myself And there she

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below Look out down below We're gonna be higher, up And we'll take what comes, take what comes Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here Walking the wire, wire,

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,

No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand