Well, she boogies in the mornin` I got a boogie-woogie woman Boogie-woogie all the time She bound to lose her mind And she boogies all night long And she boogies late at night Well, she`s a bogie-woogie woman And she boogies all the time If she keep on

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the

Wish we could stay all night Tell all your friends and bring your mom and them I wish we could stay all night Well, we're gonna have to pay for the hotel, oh well Least the drinks are free Oh, I don't know if it's right But tonight I'm tyin' one on you

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Well all along the watchtower While all the women came and went Outside in the cold distance Two riders were approaching Princes kept the view Barefoot servants, too yeah A wildcat did growl And the wind begins to howl There must be some kind of way out

Were the sun sits high. It's gonna be a wild weekend, Been on the phone with all my friends. Long as the keg don't float and the ice don't melt, We'll loosen up a notch on the Bible belt. Girl you can bet we'll fall in love again and again and again.

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to