Found myself heading down toward springfield The last sign said it was twelve miles west It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield But
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and
I have never been so much in love before, yeah What a difference a true love made in my life So nice, so right, lovin' you made me something new That
The river flows, it flows to the sea Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be Flow river flow, let your waters wash down Take me from this road
Eighteen hundred and eighty five Is a year I remember so well When they drove old brad into an early grave And sent my mother to jail Now I don't know
I have never been so much in love, in love before What a difference how true love made in my life So nice and so right Lovers come and then lovers go
Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said, ?You've got to go back? You know they didn't even give
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen) There's a story in our town Of the prettiest girl around Golden hair and eyes of blue
Well I tell you a story about a good man Who had many a problem before he reached dry land It ain't easy for a good man to go down no it ain't easy
Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather 'round
Throwing candy out to the crowd Dragging down the main The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth Who's always got something to say You're sitting
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and
Let it roll across the floor Through the hall and out the door To the fountain of perpetual mirth Let it roll for all it's worth Find me where ye echo
Penny rolled across the floor Through the hall and out the door To the Fountain of perpetual mirth Penny rolled for all its worth Find me where ye echo
Standing on the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the Mac Said, "You've gotta go back" You know, they didn't even give
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream the sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street i tried to run and save them
Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse