I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people And I offered myself to the world I was a workshop owner I was a workshop owner I was a diesel fixer
Three little piggies tryin? to run with the biggies Got to reap what they sow someday One got ballin? and the second kept stallin? And the other one ran
Vote for Dan, Danny's the man If anyone can Dan can He's the boy, honest and fine Danny can turn all your water to wine He's got that certain, something
What good is it If I can?t even sing it to you? What good is it If I can?t even come out And sing it to you right now? ?Cause talkin? won?t do it And
They say that misery loves company Maybe that?s why I?m lovin? you But I?ve sure been hangin? around you a lot Since your old man said you were through
An eye can be a world For in it are the things it sees outside And the eye is troubled An eye can be a time And watch the changing patterns hurry by
Don't you want me? Don't you want me? Baby, listen 'deed I do Tell me lovin' things and the sounds I crave Never let the chance roll by But you'll be
Show biz train, baby won't you climb on board? Show biz train, baby won't you climb on board? Is your manager managing to manage for the best? Or is
I was lost and tossed on a misty morning By a drunken sailor And the genie in the bottle let me down I was raised on Cain in the name of the father And
F I D D L I N spells fiddlin' D R I N K I N spells drinkin' I'll tell you something you might not know You can't go fiddlin' without your bow F I D D
Friends of mine don't have the time for food or wine Just money is on their minds Life is sweet on a one-way street They're indiscreet and funny, they
Well I've been trying for ages And it looks like it's all in vain And if things don't start looking up pretty soon I'm going home Well the folks back
Get your ribbons on, honey Get your ribbons on We're gonna stomp, honey, all night long I don't want your Rothschild ways I don't want to be brand spankin
Glamour boy Get your costume on, you got 'em lined up, waitin' for you Glamour boy You got 'em standin' in the aisles so don't hang 'em up For twenty
Goin' a little crazy ain't too bad These are times I've never had Rarely good but often sad Never knowing what we've had Where's it all goin'? It's all
(Cummings) If I could find the road I'm looking for some day then I'd be happy And I'd be thankful to the person on my own For showing me the way That
It was a Saturday night without a whole lot shakin' Ooh my ooh my, I was bored I had my best duds on, it was a chance worth takin' Somehow I was still
American hunter, bring ?em up the north side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone