Mama don't cry no more Wipe those tears from your eyes Mama, theres so many nights we sleep in a bundle like a flock of sheep Ooh..better days are there for sure Oh I will bear the hunger, we poor Mama, theres so many times we go through days without

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

Callin' me home Callin' me home, There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river,

African shadow man (Oh, shadow man) A shadow man Tell me the future if you can, tell it to me There's magic in your hands An African, an African But these days I'm running through the dark Like a blind man, what's happened to me? Oh, touch my life and

(That's a no-no) Yeah I know you want me, yeah I know (yeah ) I'm too hot on fire to waste my time (Yeah ) There's a man out there who knows how to treat me (Yeah ) I know you're not used to it, grillin' my ride He cried out I bet you never find nobody

Ne dis pas a ton pere Qu'il porte des oeillieres. Hey, your old man should know, If you see a shadow, There's something there. Hey! The streetlights all burnt out. Une annee sans lumieres. Je monte un cheval, Qui porte des oeilleres.

I'm a hurricane And there's a storm you're starting now I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain And there's a storm you're starting Come and fade me

Hey somewhere You threw your fear in the sea of no cares When you're in love there's no time and no space There's a permanent smile on your face Your friends all complain that you're going insane But the truth is they're just afraid When you decide that

Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody La la, di da da da dum And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is