Tell her that you love her, if you really love her But when your heart just ain’t sure, let her know Growing by the hour, love just like a flower But when the flower dies, you’ve got to say goodbye And let her go Tell her that you’ll be there, if you’ll

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind Sometimes I wonder if I'm livin' my life waiting to die You can hate me, I don't mind And you could hate me, I don't mind Small dog in that big town Little dog in

I’ll wait for you Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket I’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke it 'Till we’re staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in

It's right on time It's right on time, it's right on time (it's right on time) Lookin' fine, you're lookin' fine and get on nineteen ninety nine (it's right on time) One shot, all I need I've got rhythm when I bleed 'Til death do us apart Break my heart

One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside Well now you know that your Cat has nine lives Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Momma take a look outside You can go to church and sing a hymn

You say I'm the greatest bound for glory Well the word is out and I learned I got the latest side of the story You're pulling out before you get burned Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone I never saw you breaking no law Stands to reason

Call me baby, baby I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I gambled on your love baby and got a losing hand While I was playing fair baby you played a cheating game I thought I'd be your king baby, yes and you could be my queen The way you did me pretty baby I declare I never understand Your ways keep changing