He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin` no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He

Too busy to think about us And you were just too busy being fabulous 'Cause you were just too busy being fabulous I came home to an empty house And I found your little note 'Don't wait up for me tonight' And that was all she wrote Do you think I don't

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it

Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Woman, don't try to love me I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well,

I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove So

Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind Everything all the time He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome And she was terminally pretty She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

Ever since the day When the world was an onion For the spirit to soar and play That's how it's gotta be Whatever is right for the bumble bee And river and the eagle is right for me River, it likes to flow Eagle, it likes to fly

The shape shifter I am the walker on the wind I am the eagle in the sky Howling in the night I was born of giant's blood Raised in Asgård, the home of gods I am the master of disguise For this trait I've gained your prise Fast in thought, quicker tongue