Mama don't cry no more Wipe those tears from your eyes Mama, theres so many nights we sleep in a bundle like a flock of sheep Ooh..better days are there for sure Oh I will bear the hunger, we poor Mama, theres so many times we go through days without

Those other guys will put you down As soon as they succeed Stop, the love you save may be your own Darlin' take it slow or someday you'll be all alone Better stop, the love you save may be your own Darlin' look both ways before you cross me You're

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey So stay on the ground girl, you better not get too high There's no other place in this world where I rather would be I'd heard about you before I wanted to

I want to tell you something; Listen to me, I'm trying to say, I'm better than you, I am only what I am" "We must not stand still, For the night is coming, Every man, every woman and child, Everybody help me" I hear, only what I want to hear,

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

It's gonna be better It's gonna be When it's just us, you show me what it feels like to be lonely You show me what it feels like to be lost We could be closer I'll take your hand for you to let it go let it go let it go let it go I know it's not over

Kill your conscience Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts Kill your conscience, better you than me You're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Yeah you're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Back for more of what you love Back for more of

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar