Lyrics:
on his way
Through every city, town, and country lane
You'll hear him sing his plaintive little strain
And the sing goes by to you he'll say
peanuts
a woman? (Yeah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better?
Know you know better
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yeah)
I be
Light up light up
Light up your lazy blue eyes
Moon's up nights up
Taking the town by surprise
Night time night time
Day left an hour ago
City
laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
Blind to himself, he's laughing up his
laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
Blind to himself, he's laughing up his
Wearin' my high boots,
Got all my world lies here in a sack
Looking for something,
Knowing that it ain't here where I'm at
Ain't looking back
for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman,
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge)
(On another gorgeous sunny Saturday)
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for
playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just
Got a song about the sister waitin' somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her ever since he come and gone
Ain't it's harder for
counts the money underneath the bar?
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?
Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools
Looking for
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
something that's a hundred proof
[Chorus]
It's nine a.m. in front of the church
People are going nuts just looking for the groom
And by the way
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother,
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother,
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother,
I walked through the city limits
(Someone talked me in to try and do it)
Attracted by some force within it
(Had to close my eyes to get close
that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I walked through the city limits
(Someone talked me in to try and do it)
Attracted by some force within it
(Had to close my eyes to get close
stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet swamp song
So if you're looking for me, don't
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
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