God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

Let's talk it over one more time Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Oh come back, baby Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Well I admit, baby That I was wrong

Well I told you once and I told you twice But you never listen to my advice Don't try very hard to please me With what you know it should come easy Well this might be the last time This might be the last time May be the last time, I don't know.

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side Still

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

But don't think twice, it's all right Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now It ain't no use to sit and wonder why It don't matter anyhow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be

Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Baby you don't wanna know Well do what you want, but don't be proud 'Cause baby you don't wanna know What I'm gonna do when you're not around No baby you don't wanna know I got you right where I want And I bet you gonna set you off And I tell you