Lyrics:
on a yellow brick road
Pleasing the people some of the time
For better or for worse
An urban soul in a fine silk Suit
And a heart out west in a Wrangler
at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
We never was a minute late.
And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' outa Georgia state.
We had
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
Health, love and peace be all here in this place
By your leave we shall sing, concerning our King.
Our King is well-dressed in silks of the best
and went on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
of people at work on it now
It tried to run
If God is the dealer
Why do we never win?
A bloody mix of silk and mud
That starts all over again
No laugh,
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
Met a girl on trip to Spain
Took a walk and in the rain
Dinner by candle-light, every night
She was everyman's delight
Had a dream
tell me 'bout love?
You know I saw her in a dream
There was China in her eyes
In a silk and velvet disguise
She was movin' like a lady
Lookin' like
train
South, south, south, south, south, south
A feather taken by the wind blowing
I'm afflicted by the not knowing, so
I look in people's windows
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
People need hope, people need lovin'
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good livin'
People need faith in a helping
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
you woulda walked by
And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
My chain on, try to book me, you gone
Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
outdoors, force 'em to hear the message, air 'em out
Heard some people discussing my whereabouts
Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount
Never
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all
Some people have dogs for pets
And some people have cats but
There was a tailor, had a mouse
Hi diddle um come feed a
They lived together in one
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