I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs I've seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares To the way that I see it, There's a blue rocking chair It sways back and forth

When the sun sinks down, over the water, 'Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be groovin', When the sun goes down we'll be feelin' alright, Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. Sun tan toes, ticklin' the sand, Cold drink chillin' in my right

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

When the sun sinks down, over the water, 'Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be groovin', When the sun goes down we'll be feelin' alright, Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. Sun tan toes, ticklin' the sand, Cold drink chillin' in my right

And I never wanted nothing more Well, I'm what I am and I'm what I'm not And I'm sure happy with what I've got I live to love and laugh a lot And that's all I need No I never wanted nothing more I never wanted nothing more I couldn't wait to turn sixteen

That just don't happen twice One bottle of wine, two Dixie cups At three a.m. I fell in love For the first time in my life And that's somethin' We sang 'Bobby McGee' on the hood of my car Made a wish on every star In that clear September sky I haven't

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow 'Cause I'm living in fast forward The body's a temple; that's what we're told I've treated this one like an old honky-tonk Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap