Is this shallow love? Or is it something real? You make it hard to deal Not knowin' if this is shallow love The way we live so well Can make it so hard to tell What you in it for? What you really in it for? Is a shallow love for real?

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental

And I will wait, I will wait for you 'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you Well, I came home like a stone And I fell heavy into your arms These days of dust which we've known Will blow away with this new sun But I'll kneel down wait for now And I'll

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

On the nights on Broadway (blame it on the nights on Broadway) Blamin' it all (I'm blamin' it all) Singin' them straight to the heart songs Singin' them sweet sounds Singin' them love songs (yeah, yeah) Well, I had to follow you Though you did not want

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm

Who are you? Who, who, who, who? (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Who are you?) (Who, who, who, who?) Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun