just stuck in hundred year hall

[commander bunnypants]

:) :bounce:

groovy dude

CB

[ET Awful]

1. I had a hard run

Running from your window
I was all night running, running, running
I wonder if you care?
I had a run-in
Run around and run down
Run around a corner
Run smack into a tree

I had to move
Really had to move
That's why if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha don't you come around here anymore


Dressed myself in green
I went down to the sea
Try to see what's going down
Maybe read between the lines
Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling


Turned around to see
Heard a voice calling, calling, calling
You was comin after me
Back to me


I had to move
Really had to move
That's why if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha don't you come around here anymore


Ran into a rainstorm
Ducked into a bar door
It was all night pouring, pouring rain
But not a drop on me


Test me, test me
Why don't you arrest me?
Throw me in the jail house
Until the sun goes down
Till it go down


I had to move
Really had to move
That's why if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha don't you come around here anymore

[Rambis]

2. Rock on

We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
'Cause we done shared all of mine

Keep a rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow


I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Now ain't that heaven sent?


Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me


We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all
Not with all...


Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky


Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea


Gotta get to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
And one small point of pride...


Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Keep him from the sun
Ain't no bed will give us rest, man,
You keep us on the run


Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And layed his body down


Half a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow


We can share the women
we can share the wine...