Lyrical Response

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around and around and around and around and around

[PastaJoe]

Round and round
With love we'll find a way, just give it time
Round and round
What comes around goes around
I'll tell you why

[Gray Beard]

All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out here I come

 

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

[Bill from NYC]

I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head
I'm spinning, oh I'm spinning, how quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything

[WhoTom]

Well the joint was jumping, going 'round and 'round,
Hey! reelin' and a rocking, what a crazy sound,
Well they never stopped rocking 'til the moon went down.

 

[SinceThe70s]

Well - The house is a rockin' don't bother knockin'

[Gray Beard]

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

 

[PastaJoe]

Yeah, birds need bees and ice needs whiskey
Boys like me need girls like you to kiss me
"Fishin' in the Dark", needs Nitty Gritty
Under that pale moon
Sweet tea needs that sugar stirrin'
Small town nights need both ends burnin'
Shades need drawin', hearts need fallin'
Boots need knockin', knockin' boots
Knockin' boots, girl, me and you

 

Doors need shuttin'
Lights need cuttin'
Lips need lockin'
Boots need knockin'

[Bill from NYC]

If you ever feel lonesome
And you're down in San Antone
Beg, steal or borrow two nickels or a dime
To call me on the phone

And I'll meet you at Alamo Mission
We can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother
Will heal us as we kneel there

In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight, midnight moonlight
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight, midnight moonlight

[WhoTom]

I hear the train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.

[Gray Beard]

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

 

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you the day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

[Bill from NYC]

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail, Yes I would,

If I could, I surely would.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail,

Yes I would, if I only could,

I surely would.

 

Away, I'd rather sail away,

Like a swan, that's here and gone.

A man gets tied up to the ground,

He gives the world, it's saddest sound,

It's saddest sound.

 

[WhoTom]

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

 

[Gray Beard]

Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
'Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know

 

Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on

[Figster]

Like a bridge over troubled water

 

I will ease your mind

[PastaJoe]

How come every time you come around
My London, London Bridge wanna go down, like
London, London, London
Wanna go down like
London, London, London
Be going down like

[Bill from NYC]

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's, getting on.

[Gray Beard]

Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown-eyed girl

[WhoTom]

So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

[SinceThe70s]

Don't it make my brown eyes blue