A letter come blowin' in On an ill wind Somethin' 'bout me and you Never seein' one another again And what I knew had come Stars struck deaf and dumb
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
I got a coin in your palm I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I'll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in the hat If you wanna
[Theme song for "The Wrestler"] Two, three, four Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free? If you've ever seen a one trick
Pour me a drink Theresa in one of those glasses you dust off And I'll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross 'Round your hair the
We took the highway till the road went black We marked Truth Or Consequences on our map* A voice drifted up from the radio We saw the voice from long
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man, Washed his face in a fryin' pan, Combed his head with a wagon wheel, Died with a toothache in his heel So get out
Remember the morning we dug up your gun The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin The lost smell on your
Your voice comes calling through the mist I awake from a dream and my heart begins to drift Tonight we're on our own Tonight we're all alone Oh-oh, tonight
When John Henry was a little baby Sittin' on his daddy's knee Said the big Ben Tuttle of the C &O Road, "The hammer's gonna be the death of thee, lord
Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep Well
Last night I stood at your doorstep Trying to figure out what went wrong You slipped something into my palm and you were gone It was the same deep green
When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip, I wanted a place to call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled
Jesse James and his boys rode that Dodge City Trail, Held up the midnight Southern mail, And there never was a man with the law in his hand That could
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher
Paul and Silas were bound in jail Had no Money for to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Keep your Eyes on the Prize
A bang then stardust in your eyes A billion years for just this night In a way it will be alright A blackness then the light of a million stars As you
I though I heard the Captain say, Pay me my money down, Tomorrow is our sailing day, Pay me my money down Oh pay me, oh pay me, Pay me my money down,