Lyrical Response

[WhoTom]

There are men high up there fishing
Haven't seen quite enough of the world
Ooh, I ain't seen a sign of my heroes
And I'm still diving down for pearls

Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in, and set me free

 

[SinceThe70s]

Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way?

I don't know

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

I'm gonna take a freight train, down at the station
I don't care where it goes
Gonna climb me a mountain, the highest mountain
Jump off, nobody gonna know

 

Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman lord been doin' to me

[WhoTom]

You say the hill's too steep to climb
Chiding!
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing!
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today

[PastaJoe]

Listen baby, ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me no matter where you are
No matter how far don't worry baby
Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

 

'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

[Gray Beard]

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

[WhoTom]

So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Prepare yourself you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky

Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best

[PastaJoe]

A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words 
"Thou shalt not kill"
Sky pilot.....sky pilot

 

How high can you fly
You never, never, never reach the sky

[WhoTom]

Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out
And show ourselves when everyone has gone
Some are satin, some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on

[Gray Beard]

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there's doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

 

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

[WhoTom]

Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing

 

[Gray Beard]

Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running, and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mama, I can hear you a-cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows, and I don't have very long

[KD in CA]

And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

[Gray Beard]

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto 

 

And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

[SinceThe70s]

Hey Momma
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking

 

Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son

 

Papa was a rolling stone (well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

[PastaJoe]

Daddy, daddy if you could only see
Just how good he's been treating me
You'd give it some blessing right now
'Cause we are in love
We are in love (in love), so please (so)

 

Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm
I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh

[WhoTom]

Your mama don't dance and
Your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and
Your daddy don't rock and roll
When evening rolls around
And it's time to go to town
Where do you go

To rock and roll?