I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taking just all that I had But if you want, I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know The first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky, he's cursed When it comes to lovin' me, he's worse
Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourinesThey were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his nameAs the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fallYou can see their shadow by the light of the moonThey had heard the gypsys callOoh, ooh, Hurry Sundown
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunderWe belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen underWhatever we deny or embrace for worse or for betterWe belong, we belong, we belong together
You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast
And you’ve been hoping this year will be better than the last
You said you’ve been waging a war against the loneliest of nights
With the strongest drinks and longest lines
It’s not that big a surprise
That you’re feeling more dead than alive
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller
That's what I am
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin'
Is all I understand
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool? (fame)
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain (fame)
Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why, she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
I've been swimmin' in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening (Really happening)
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
Well I don't care about history Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school
'Cause that's not where I wanna be Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school
I just wanna have some kicks I just wanna get some chicks Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school