Save your love through loneliness Save your love through sorrow I gave you my onlyness Give me your tomorrow If I were a carpenter And you were a lady I'd marry you anyway I'd have your baby And a mill wheel grinding

For the rest of my life Na na hey, oh If you live for somethin' You're not alone my friend So fill up your cup and lift your lighter A toast to life That's somewhere to go, but the world is moving slow I was born for the fast life I go for broke, a

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

A head full of dreams Oh, I think I've landed Where there are miracles at work With a head full, a head full of dreams In a world I hadn't seen When I'm feeling ordinary When I don't know what I mean For the thirst and for the hunger

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

You can't come in You don't live here anymore I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding I banish you with love Oh, my hopeless wanderer Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever