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

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night

Yeah, I'm so sorry He's in the corner growlin' or layin' down Yeah, I stop by my baby's house He start jumpin' from wall to wall Yeah, my woman got a crosseyed cat Livin' there with her in her home I got to leave my woman alone I got to leave my baby

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

Polly wants a cracker Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed

(Hoo hoo hoo) On the pontoon Makin' waves and catchin' rays up on the roof Jumpin' out the back, don't act like you don't want to Party in slow motion Mm, motorboatin' Out here in the open Back this hitch up into the water Untie all the cables and rope

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride the

Detox just to retox So boycott love Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life Imperfect boys With their perfect ploys Doc, there's a hole where something was. What a match, I'm coming apart at the

I've been to the year 3000 Not much has changed, but they lived underwater And your great-great-great-granddaughter Is doing fine Like one in a film I've seen yeah He told me he built a time machine I took a trip to the year 3000