Texty:
Traveling Wilburys

Well, it's all right, riding around in the breeze Well, it's all right, if you live the life you please Well, it's all right, doing the best you can Well

Like a ship on the sea, her love rose over me Like a ship on the sea, her love rose over me Go 'way, go 'way, let me be Like a weepin' willow tree, her

She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all Last night, thinking 'bout last night Last night, thinking

Well, I get rattled every time we meet I get rattled even in my sleep I get rattled, baby, over you Well, I get twisted, I get turned around I get twisted

now and I'm going home to cry He loves your Electric dumplings Red bell peppers Fuel injection Service charge Five-speed gearbox Long endurance Quest for junk food Big refrigerator Trembling wilbury

It was late in the month of November She was loading up the wagon in the rain Said she'd be back in the morning But she never came through here again

You walk in, half past nine Lookin' like a queen Serving me with papers Calling me obscene Woman, I've tried so hard Just to do my best They're gonna

She's got her pudding in the oven and it's gonna be good She better not leave me and go out to Hollywood She's got the best pudding in the neighborhood

Well, I woke up this morning The place was such a wreck I couldn't reach the bathroom Thought I'd better clear the deck I tried to call the lawyer And