Something has left my life And I don't know where it went to Somebody caused me strife And it's not what I was seeking Didn't you see me? Didn't you hear me? Didn't you see me standing there? Why did you turn out the lights? Did you know that I was

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We never lost control We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend

All I wanted was you Think of me when you're out, when you're out there I'll beg you nice from my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly Well it's a shame I'm a dream I think I'll pace my apartment a few times And fall asleep on the couch

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

I put a pillow under your hair Gave you tender love and my care Your momma didn't know that I was there When you're left me on the outside And I didn't know you would never show You're so comfortable with white lies Lookin' like a fool What else could I

She holds tight to me and the Bible On the back seat of my motorcycle Left her daddy standin' there Preachin' to the choir You see, God love her Oh me and God love her And a preacher's daughter She was baptized in dirty water Her mama cried the first time

Maybe I wasn't there It wasn't all to share, but there In another life, I surely was there I care, I care And you and you and you and me I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure Love's gonna get you killed But pride’s gonna be the death of

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me