Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

Guess I got what I deserved
Kept you waiting there too long, my love
All that time, without a word
Did you really think that I'd forget
And regret
The special love I have for you
My baby blue

[WhoTom]

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin' about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye
I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by

[Bill from NYC]

Ooh, Jackie Blue
What's a game girl, if you never lose?
Ask a winner and you'll probably find
Ooh, Jackie they've lost at sometime

 

Don't try to tell me that you're not aware
Of what you're doing and that you don't care
You say it's easy, just a natural thing
Like playing music, but you never sing

[PastaJoe]

Now it's past my bed I know
And I'd really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

[Bill from NYC]

… You're on the road and now you pray it lasts
The road behind was rocky
But now you're feeling cocky
You looked at me and you see your past
Is that the reason why you're runnin' so fast?
And she said

 

… Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no
I got to keep on moving
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
I'm running and I won't touch ground
Oh no, I got to keep on moving

[muppy]

Yeah they were dancin' and singin'
And movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me
Somebody turned around and shouted

play that funky music white boy
 

[PastaJoe]

Movin' down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
We can be anyone we like to be
And all those happy people we could meet just
Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
No, no, no, no
 

[WhoTom]

Stone free, to do what I please
Stone free, to ride the breeze
Stone free, I can't stay
I got to, got to, got to get away

[muppy]

Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so good
They'll stone you just like they said they would
They'll stone you when you're trying to go home
And they'll stone you when you're there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned

 

[SinceThe70s]

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned?

[ExiledInIllinois]

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John
'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail

And they're less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun
And it's makin' big waves

Daddy has gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou
So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin'

And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got
The more those feelings grew...

[WhoTom]

I turned twenty-one in prison doing 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

[muppy]

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling 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 draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone

[Bill from NYC]

If you ever feel lonesome, when 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, where we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us, as we kneel there

Edited August 8, 2022 by Bill from NYC

[SinceThe70s]

I found a pay phone
And it's busted
Another broken hearted fool
But still i pick up the receiver
My lips are touching
Someone's drool

[PastaJoe]

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call

Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

 

[WhoTom]

I call you on the telephone
My voice too rough with cigarettes
I sometimes feel I should just go home
But I'm dealing with a memory that never forgets
I love to hear you say my name
Especially when you say, "Yes"
I got your body right now on my mind
But I drunk myself blind
To the sound of old T-Rex

[SinceThe70s]

If you could see all the roads I have travelled
Towards some unusable last equilibrium
Run like an athlete and die like a dead beaten speed-freak
An answer to all of your answers to-yes

[PastaJoe]

Here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

 

[WhoTom]

Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad, hey hey hey, yeah
Don't wanna be treated this-a-way