The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes But I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's One too many stories you've told One too many turns out on the road My love for you couldn't hold the load 'Cause that's one too many stories you've told Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain't as good as your embrace But the bottle never told me any stories to my face So you find me here just drinkin', but for now it's got to suffice 'Cause I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's One too many stories you've told One too many turns out on the road My love for you couldn't hold the load 'Cause that's one too many stories you've told I said that's one too many stories you've told
Do you think we can work it on out? Change the whole proposition about? I'm in no position for an act of sedition But I really love to scream and shout Half a loaf is better than a kick in the knee Is there gonna be some tea Or just more sympathy? I really got a pumper on the line this time It’s mine, mine, mine I ran to the king of creation I told him: save a bit for me The way things look I could have written the book You know I can hardly read Sally does your dog bite? no, no, no Keep him on a choke chain, reel him out slow Got a little place, call it my own It never really was a home Went to the college of evil, The smoke nearly drove me away I'd go crazy if I wasn’t so lazy, What more can I say? The white-face lydian judge Won’t you give a little one-two-three Him down on the corner Singing "little jack horner" But you gotta let the gravy be A whole loaf is better than a kick in the head If you tell me what you mean I'll tell you what I said I sent you for jelly, you come back with jam Who exactly do you think I am?
chorus: I'm just a lonesome l.a. cowboy, Hangin' out, hangin' on To your window ledge, callin' your name From midnight until dawn I been smokin' dope, snortin' coke, Tryin' to write a song Forgettin' everything I know ‘Til the next line comes along Forgettin' everything I know ‘Til the next line comes along There’s so many pretty people in the city, I swear some of them are girls I meet'em down at barney's beanery With their platform heels and spit curls I buy'em drinks, we smoke our hopes Try to make it one more night But when I'm left all alone at last I feel like I'll die from fright repeat chorus: Well, I know chris and rita, and marty mull Are meeting at the troubadour We'll get it on with the joy of cooking While the crowd crys out for more ‘Round six o'clock this morning I'll be gettin' kind of slow When all the shows are over, honey, Tell me, where do you think I go? repeat chorus
The door is there walk right in We'll all join heads and look within How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me Our ways in life have brought us here Ooh together now If we want we take a look We're gonna see how How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me A simple song a sing-a-long Ooh-ooh yeah If you want you sing along Ooh-ooh yeah How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me Ooh-ooh yeah Ooh-ooh yeah
