And she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world With my little songs, I was wrong But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully And who knows maybe on some

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

And here's to the dawn of their days. Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working much too hard.

And I said someday I'll get my life straight And she said it's too late What's done is done And I told her someday She said I can't wait 'Cause sometimes someday just never comes She looked me in the eye and said it's over I can't take this heartache

Met her in the A, told her where I be I just wanna see, she just want the D Miss me with the friend zone, ooh Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone) Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah) Right

Mama, just smile I went unconscious, I woke up to see my mama smile She told me no more promethazine, that'll make her proud Think about it, damn I had to think about it Gimme a second, mama, lemme think about it Just smile! The world had to make me a

She told me to And showed me what to do We've got to make it rain somehow How Maggie makes it in her cloud I said hey now She knows how to make it loud But not for long girl It's in the song girl

Running through the fields of sorrow When I get out of here Will I leave you behind? I found that the years passed despite And I can see you Yes I can see you When you get out of here When you leave me behind She told me why

You, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice

Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Well, my mama, she done told me And my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa