How high's the water, mama? How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin' Three feet high and risin' Four feet high and risin' Five feet high and risin' She said it's two feet high and risin' We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off my feet And I'm back in the rain, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence He's singin' his song for me at his own

Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in the

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher Feel my heart beating out my chest Singing oh oh oh Oh my love, let me be your fire (Hey) oh my love, let me be your fire I won't be afraid

Love is a losing game Love is a losing hand And now the final frame Love is a fate resigned For you I was the flame Five story fire as you came Love is losing game One I wished, I never played Oh, what a mess we made

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

Join hands to summon up the dead, Hear them singing inside your head. Oh, my gypsy, can you tell, If sweet Satan Will rise from Hell? Crystal ball, will hypnotize, Look inside those demon eyes. Paint the circle around the pentagram, Cut the throat of the