Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

I can get up and face the day Just fine all by myself Go out and take on the world And get it done like nobody else Ohh but I don't do lonely well Baby since you've been gone I leave the TV on Gotta hear somebody's voice I just need some kind of noise

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Richard, Happy birthday to you. Hah-hah-hah. Happy birthday my little son - my little 28-year-old son! Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. Er... you'll have a

We're broken and damned But together we'll find a way And no longer shall hell awaits We will seek all the light in the day 'Cause forever our love will breathe Close your eyes baby and lend me your finger Together we walk out as one No lonely nights,

And go back home when the day is done Well I hope you do Then we'll say goodbye Do you like me? Cause if you like me Then I think I'm gonna to have to like you too We'll share our things And have some fun If you tell me

Forever love No matter what I'll be waiting for you I promise you Someday we'll be together I won't give up The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew We'd spend this life side by side I still feel the same though you're so far away

No no no no But we work so well and we don't even know why You can call it fire and ice We don't even know why, no no no We like it in the daytime I don't ask for you to change, baby no no no And you don't ask for me to change Tell me how we're not alike

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to