You look pretty in your fancy dress But I detect unhappiness You never speak, so I have to guess You're not free
Yeah, maybe when you're old enough You'll realize that you're not so tough And some days, the seas get rough You'll see
You're too young to have it figured out You think you know what you're talking about You think it all will work itself out But we'll see
When I was young, I thought I knew You probably think you know, too Do you? Well, do you?
I was naive just like you I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do Well, what you gonna do? What a fool
And how've you gotten by so far Without a head and no visible scar? No one knowing who you really are They can't see
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now?
The only way you'll ever learn a thing Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing Oh, nothing
Think about this carefully You might not get another chance to speak freely Oh, freely
Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough You're not free Yeah, you're not free
Oh, the people would come from far away, To dance all night to the break of day. When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do", They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy", And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy". Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn", To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day When old Uncle Pen was called away, He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow, And he knew it was time for him to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Standin' on the corner of a busy street Lookin' for your face in every crowd I meet Searchin' every honky tonk in this town Tryin' to find the places where you hang around Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way Well I've been searchin' for you baby night and day Wonderin' if your love will ever come my way But time is runnin' out and I'm a slowin' down Tired of bein' just another hang around Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way There ain't no happiness in anything I do I found myself so lonely when I'm not with you What makes you just a kinda girl a guy will love You've got so many others that you're thinking of Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way
If you're ever in a jam, here I am. If you're ever in a mess, S.O.S. If you're so happy, you land in jail. I'm your bail. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships are soon forgot, ours will still be hot. Da da da da da da dig dig dig. If you're ever down a well, ring my bell. If you're ever up a tree, just phone to me. If you ever loose your teeth when you're out to dine, borrow mine. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships are soon forgeet, ours will still be great. Loddle doddle chuck chuck chaa. If they ever black you're eyes, put me wise. If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose. And if they ever put a bullet through your brain, Ill complain. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships are soon forgit, ours will still be it. Ah loddle doddle hip hap hap. If you ever loose your mind, I'll be kind. And if you ever loose your shirt, I'll be hurt. If you're ever in a mill and get sawed in half, I won't laugh. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships are are up the crick, ours will still be slick. Ah loddle doddle woof woof woof, hep hep hep, chopp chop chop, dig dig dig. Good evening friends.
Deep within my heart lies a melody A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live with a memory Beneath the stars all alone It was there I found beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the blue up above A moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor know only my heart Call back my rose, rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart Speak once again of my love, my own. Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live with a memory Beneath the stars all alone It was there I found beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the blue up above A moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor know only my heart Call back my rose, rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart Speak once again of my love, my own. Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
I've sent bouquets for Mother's Day, For Father's Day, a shirt and a card. While they came from the heart, They all fell short of saying how special you both are. It wasn't 'til I was up and gone, Married with a couple of kids of my own, Doing what mamas and daddies do, That I realized what I must have put you through.
So thanks again for the love in the cradle, And all of the changes that kept me dry. And thanks again for the love at our table, And pattin' my bottom when I told you a lie. For takin' me fishin' and flyin' my kites, And tuckin' me in, yes, night after night: To my beautiful life-long friends, Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.
I'm still a young man, least I think I am, But I'm watchin' my own hair turn gray. And your call last Sunday brought to mind, That I owe you a debt I can never repay.
So thanks again for worryin' and waitin', When I started datin' on weekend nights. And thanks again for the help with my homework, And sittin' up with me till I got it right. Your car for the prom, your letters in 'Nam, But most of all, Daddy, for marryin' Mom: To my beautiful life long friends, Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.
To my beautiful life long friends, Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.
