Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Here's a song I sing for you About a girl that I once knew She lived in a great big house With golden gates where servants bowed Unashamed I'd sit outside and wait for hours Hoping that she'd climb down from her ivory towers This beautiful girl as pretty

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

You’re like gold dust There’s a hollow in this house Whenever you go Keep coming down that street It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see Oh don’t change ever No don’t change

Mmmm, mmmmm. Got up this mornin, feelin sick and bad, I's thinkin bout the good time, that I once have had. I said, I got up this mornin, and I said I's feelin so sick and bad, Yeah, I's just thinkin bout the good times, chil'ren, that I, I once have

All we have is love All we have is love (na-ah) When shadows and demons are chasin' There's no way that our hearts will be breakin' 'Cause all we have is love (na-ah) They could tear this house down brick by brick But we won't even miss a thing They said

No angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories

When they try to take us down, This is, how we'll dance when, This is, how we'll stand when, When they burn our houses down, This is what we'll be oh glory! Reaching as I sink down into life. What a shame we all became, such fragile broken things, A

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For

Shut it down Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house She likes to watch him out the window Goin’ ‘round in circles under the sun Somethin’ ‘bout a man on a tractor With his hat on backwards