Lyrics:
and when she had the time
She'd decorate the living room
for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells
ringing in the morning
I remember crying
teach your sons to
Not live by a gun
And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder
I think you'd understand Katie Elder
That a man is just a man Katie
Even the stars and the moon don't shine quite like we do
Dreamers searchin' for the truth
Go on, read about us in the news
Pretty reckless, pretty
and when she had the time
She'd decorate the living room
for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells
ringing in the morning
I remember crying
freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead,
He'll never last,
folks who live on the hill"
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when the kids grow up
Standing side by side
Put the past behind us
No one can take your place
When we're face to face
When you live your life with the passion
Taking nothing for
Believe and it will never die
Don't ever let this life pass us by
Live like there's no tomorrow
If there never was a night, a day
And memories could fade
gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit
Life is
drinking on that front porch
Angry kids, mean and dumb
Looks like a painting, that blue skyline
God hates fags where we come from
'Western skies' don't
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
they come down here below
If the pearly gates were closed this morning
Would there be angels here tonight
And would they live their lives among us
can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word and hand shake
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
our kids grow up and leave us
We sit and look at that same old view
Just we two, Darby and Joan
Who used to be Jack and Jill
The folks who like
In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said be proud of what you are
There's something special 'bout people like us
And, and Carl Perkins wrote us another song
That tells about the reason for it all
That takes us back home and
Again, tells it like it was when I
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
of us who live a life
Surrounded by good fortune and
Wealth, talk about it
For those of us who live a life
(hey, hey, hey) enjoying ourselves
For
our kids grow up and leave us
We sit and look at that same old view
Just we two, Darby and Joan
Who used to be Jack and Jill
The folks who like
the street, just kids in the street
Remember when we
We used to laugh, we used to cry
Live and die by the forty five
Take me back, I'll go there
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