Some things never change Letting the day in "Hello, how ya been?" "Thank you, come again!" Jenna! What's the special pie today? Uh, deep shit blueberry bacon

Lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail Mama love I'm on my way don't you cry You'll rise You'll fight Went along the mountain side I'll make it just in time A letter from her mother now dying in her bed Get on home quickly with the medicine No money in

I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message

It's a long, hard road I'm traveling on Seems forever I've been gone Yeah, it's a long hard road I'm traveling on Lord I need to find my way back home I hear the voice my sweet momma called me Telling me to change my ways In my mind, I smell the dogwood

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat Start the car lets make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off Take a piece of

Baby I could really get to know you Take my time to show you Don't tell anybody what we do When I get lonely Take me to another place Where I'll be into space Just you and me wit no rules Just like you ? I get lonely too Just like you -- I get lonely too

I heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah I bet you're wonderin' how I knew 'Bout your plans to make me blue With some other guy you knew before Between the two of us guys You know I

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like

All my life I've been a travellin' man I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind His game is rambling when he gets the chance Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be (Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Cooder) Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my

Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights Where it's random and it's common versus common, la la la I'm really worked up I have weird memories of you I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red shoes I