This morning, this morning Nobody knows the way I feel this morning I feel like I could scream and cry I even hate to hear your name Nobody knows the way I feel If I'd only had my way The graveyard would be the place My man would lay I'm true out on it

He's in love with rock'n'roll, woah He's in love with gettin' stoned, woah He's in love with Janie Jones, woah He don't like his boring job, no And he knows what he like to do He knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady And he knows when the

Oh why, that's what I keep askin' Was there anything I could have said or done Oh I, had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong, and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song You must've a been in a place so

In the middle of a dream To an unfamiliar scene Wonder what I fell into Who knows why People look for alibis In a passing stranger's eyes What am I supposed to do Tell her that you love her tonight

I will make my home here Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains Where nobody knows me Do you ever listen Did you know that We could make sounds?

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Explaining to her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry (cry) How can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah! Gift of Jah

Shine on you crazy diamond Nobody knows where you are How near or how far Pile on many more layers And I'll be joining you there And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph And sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child You winner and loser

Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little

There was no one nothing to see The night is useless and so are we Cause everybody knows The fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams And I've been lookin' for a good time But the pleasures are seldom and few There's no whiskey there's no wine Just