Lyrics:
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
Everybody come on,
Sit yourself right down.
You know we been a-wait' for your arrival, yeah,
Come on, gonna have a Church Street soul revival
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got
Well I passed you by this morning
You were stumblin' down the street
And by the look upon your face
I could tell you wasn't
Feeling too sweet
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
hurrah is that your hat?
(He rides from Texas with a ten gallon hat)
Yeah
Well I was walkin' down the street
With my shinin' badge
My spurs jinglin'
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
a system of survival
Future revival
Greet the new arrival
At times it's the only way
I'm gonna make it through this day
Everybody get up
Do
night revival
Someone call the women and someone steal the Bible
For the sake of my survival (it's all you)
(Baptize me in a bottle of Beam, put Johnny
Dallas streets, boys
They' bound ta kill ya fo' sho'
I'm goin' down to Jack Rabbit's
Past the west Texas line
I'm goin' down to Jack Rabbit's
Behind
a system of survival
Future revival
Greet the new arrival
At times it's the only way
I'm gonna make it through this day
Everybody get up
Do
rides from Texas with a ten gallon hat)
Yeah
Well I was walkin' down the street
With my shinin' badge
My spurs jinglin' down at my feet
I seen a man
This is a hold up, ain't nobody move
This is, Dallas Texas
Dallas Texas
Dallas Texas
Ain't nobody move
Dallas Texas
Gonna ride
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride
Johnny's wife is
through in search of the ever elusive Thunderbird
I got a job as a public relations man
Passing out handbills on Austin Street
Merely an effort to improve
There's a fire burnin', from town to town,
Hearts are changin', folks are layin' burdens down.
In the small church pews and the city streets,
You can
I went walking last night
Out on tupelo street
All the way to the county line
I heard a sidewalk sermon
And a blind man preach
And written
me is bursting, shining
It's my, my, my time to butterfly
What I've learned is so vital
More than just survival
This is my revival
This is
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got
I'm afraid
But you lift me higher
Out of the fire
Out of the flames
I lost the feeling
But you give me meaning again
I'm singing revival
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love
Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may
revival revival
i pray for revival
I'm afraid
But you lift me higher
Out of the fire
Out of the flames
I lost the feeling
But you give me meaning again
I'm singing revival
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