Lonesome day It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, yeah It's alright, it's alright, (it's alright, yeah) Baby, once I thought I knew Everything I needed to know about you Your sweet whisper, your tender touch But I didn't really know that much Joke's

Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock Gigolo

Here's to the farmer Here's to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring That turn from green to that harvest honey Hold one up for the banker downtown That got him on his feet with handshake money Here's to the farmer's wife That loves him every

If you see her, say hello She might be in Tangier She left here last early spring Is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I'm all right Though things get kind of slow She might think that I've forgotten her Don't tell her it isn't so We had a falling-out

I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling That no one can ever

You just call out my name And you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Winter, spring, summer or fall All you have to do is call And I'll be there You've got a friend Ain't it good to know you've got a friend When you're down and troubled

It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret) 41 shots (you can get killed just for living in) No secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin Is it a gun (is it a gun), is it a knife (is it a knife) 41 shots, and we'll take that

Searching to the dark all goes on This moment shackled and drawn Shackled and dawn shackled and drawn Bring on the lights bits to the shape Closer to the grave closer to the gave There comes the dawn I am over this moment I was on a field spread on the

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more Put me on the blink I'll sing to him, each spring to him After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm awake With no bromo-seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into