'Neath your feet you feel the world is shaking And your dreams slowly sifting thro' your hand But there's a place you'll never be forsaken I'm a warm
of slaw I swear I ate better in jail. Stop eatin' that pizza right under my nose Girl that's the least you can do Put down that candy bar while I'm
mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces For a taste of your whiskey I would give you some advice." So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my
fame and fortune That left us half dead. Goin' up's easy When you got the song That comes from the depth of the soul Where it really belongs. Comin' down
add once the subtractin's done Since there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!. She walked out, while up and down the line The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare
She falls through the doorway and rolls down the hall She bounces off the sofa and walks into the wall It's easy to see that she buckles and bends She
in my dreams. I love Irene God knows I do love her till sea runs dry And if Irene turns her back on me I'll lay right down and I'll die. And say Irene
The sandman told me he's done all he can The situation calls for more than sand You been cryin' all night long Tossin' and turnin' and it's almost dawn
her May be gambled and gone like summer wages. In all of the beer bars all down along Main Street The dreams of the seasons get all spilled down on the
Why must you always try to make me over Take me as I am or let me go White lilies never grow on stalks of clover Take me as I am or let me go. You're
gold in Juarez. I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend) So pour me another Tequilla Sheila And lay down
a dream that went wrong This guitar is for sale. She's rode cross this country on freight trains and trucks On 'round pawnshop windows when we're down on our luck We been down
Chorus: Somedays are diamonds, somedays are stone Somedays the hard times won't leave us alone Sometimes the cold wind brought chill to my bones Somedays
back like rubbers motherfucker For real, with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin' down pussy
word... Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee
a fool somehow along the way Lord God her name was Sally she lived in the Kanawha Valley Just outside of Charleston West Virginia US of A Sally done me down and dirty
Show me a house with a yard full o' rusty cars and you know there'll be a coffee perkin' on a rusty stove and you walk right in, sit down and feel right
back like rubbers motherfucker For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from
