I'm always there for you baby, Won't you let me see If we can get closer. I wander helplessly day by day. It's so much easier to run away. My mind is spent, my body sold, Never knowing which way to go

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

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Maybe I'm dreaming I hope it's not so Somedays' comin', it's comin' I know Someday she'll be here, that's a fact Someday, she'll be coming right back I hope it's not so, but Someday she's comin' back I know You know I'm ready, to see her again When that

Uh huh and you don't stop Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat We in this Great Lakes state Eatin' steaks

You can ride Train that goes to nowhere Train that goes to nowhere There is a train that goes to nowhere Need no ticket for you to ride Put you in a car they call the sleeper It's nice and warm inside The days are never numbered The nights don't matter

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

Hard to thrill, nothin' really moves me anymore That I haven't seen before Hard to thrill, but nothin' really moves me anymore There is nothin' you can show me I got the time to kill, keepin' to myself inside this room Time to kill, keepin' to myself