When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I’ve known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue I’d go crawling down the avenue There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain’t seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn’t do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music

Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand I got all the love, honey baby You can stand I been meek And hard like an oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke Friends will arrive, friends will disappear If you want me, honey baby I’ll be here Like your smile And your fingertips Like the way that you move your lips I like the cool way you look at me Everything about you is bringing me Misery Little red wagon Little red bike I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like I like the way you love me strong and slow I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby When I go Life is sad Life is a bust All ya can do is do what you must You do what you must do and ya do it well I’ll do it for you, honey baby Can’t you tell? Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music

Ev’rybody’s building the big ships and the boats Some are building monuments Others, jotting down notes Ev’rybody’s in despair Ev’ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Ev’rybody’s gonna jump for joy Come all without, come all within You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet But guarding fumes and making haste It ain’t my cup of meat Ev’rybody’s ’neath the trees Feeding pigeons on a limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here All the pigeons gonna run to him Come all without, come all within You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn A cat’s meow and a cow’s moo, I can recite ’em all Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey And I’ll tell you who to call Nobody can get no sleep There’s someone on ev’ryone’s toes But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Ev’rybody’s gonna wanna doze Come all without, come all within You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music

Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries ’Cross the valleys and streams For they’re deep and they’re wide And the world’s on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know Oh it’s rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow Ring them bells Sweet Martha For the poor man’s son Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through Ring them bells, for the time that flies For the child that cries When innocence dies Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they’re breaking down the distance Between right and wrong Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music

You may be an ambassador to England or France You may like to gamble, you might like to dance You may be the heavyweight champion of the world You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk You may be the head of some big TV network You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame You may be living in another country under another name But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a construction worker working on a home You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome You might own guns and you might even own tanks You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray You may call me anything but no matter what you say You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music

Ramblin’ outa the wild West Leavin’ the towns I love the best Thought I’d seen some ups and downs ’Til I come into New York town People goin’ down to the ground Buildings goin’ up to the sky Wintertime in New York town The wind blowin’ snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years I didn’t feel so cold then I swung onto my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, “Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folk singers here” Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play Blowin’ my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved m’ sound He was ravin’ about how he loved m’ sound Dollar a day’s worth And after weeks and weeks of hangin’ around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union and paid m’ dues Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It didn’t take too long to find out Just what he was talkin’ about A lot of people don’t have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks ’n’ knives And they gotta cut somethin’ So one mornin’ when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long, New York Howdy, East Orange Copyright © 1962, 1965 by Duchess Music Corporation; renewed 1990, 1993 by MCA

Oh it’s fare thee well my darlin’ true I’m leavin’ in the first hour of the morn I’m bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ So it’s fare thee well my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It ain’t the leavin’ That’s a-grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard And the rain she’s a-turnin’ into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin’ west Though I’m travelin’ on a path beaten trail So it’s fare thee well my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It ain’t the leavin’ That’s a-grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind I will write you a letter from time to time As I’m ramblin’ you can travel with me too With my head, my heart and my hands, my love I will send what I learn back home to you So it’s fare thee well my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It ain’t the leavin’ That’s a-grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles Be them somebody else’s or my own With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high I will travel unnoticed and unknown So it’s fare thee well my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It ain’t the leavin’ That’s a-grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind I’ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound It’s down around the old Mexican plains They say that the people are all friendly there And all they ask of you is your name So it’s fare thee well my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It ain’t the leavin’ That’s a-grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

Crickets are chirpin’, the water is high There’s a soft cotton dress on the line hangin’ dry Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye, not even a note She gone with the man In the long black coat Somebody seen him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask Somebody said from the Bible he’d quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat Preacher was a talkin’, there’s a sermon he gave He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it’s you who must keep it satisfied It ain’t easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way But people don't live or die, people just float She went with the man In the long black coat There’s smoke on the water, it’s been there since June Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force Somebody is out there beating a dead horse She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote She gone with the man In the long black coat Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music

Well, that big dumb blonde With her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in the cash They’re all gonna be there At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It’s that million dollar bash Ev’rybody from right now To over there and back The louder they come The harder they crack Come now, sweet cream Don’t forget to flash We’re all gonna meet At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It’s that million dollar bash Well, I took my counselor Out to the barn Silly Nelly was there She told him a yarn Then along came Jones Emptied the trash Ev’rybody went down To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It’s that million dollar bash Well, I’m hittin’ it too hard My stones won’t take I get up in the mornin’ But it’s too early to wake First it’s hello, goodbye Then push and then crash But we’re all gonna make it At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It’s that million dollar bash Well, I looked at my watch I looked at my wrist Punched myself in the face With my fist I took my potatoes Down to be mashed Then I made it over To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It’s that million dollar bash Copyright © 1967 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1995 by Dwarf Music

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth” “No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke “There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late” All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’ I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin’ And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind I wouldn’t pay it any mind It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you Copyright © 1964, 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992, 1993 by Special Rider Music

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide I live in another world where life and death are memorized Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes, They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is. But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized, All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes. Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes Copyright © 1985 by Special Rider Music

Close your eyes, close the door You don’t have to worry anymore I’ll be your baby tonight Shut the light, shut the shade You don’t have to be afraid I’ll be your baby tonight Well, that mockingbird’s gonna sail away We’re gonna forget it That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon But we’re gonna let it You won’t regret it Kick your shoes off, do not fear Bring that bottle over here I’ll be your baby tonight Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music

I’m going down to Rose Marie’s She never does me wrong She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song It’s a wicked life but what the hell The stars ain’t falling down I’m standing outside the Taj Mahal I don’t see no one around Goin’ to Acapulco–goin’ on the run Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun Yeah–goin’ to have some fun Now, whenever I get up And I ain’t got what I see I just make it down to Rose Marie’s ’Bout a quarter after three There are worse ways of getting there And I ain’t complainin’ none If the clouds don’t drop and the train don’t stop I’m bound to meet the sun Goin’ to Acapulco–goin’ on the run Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun Yeah–goin’ to have some fun Now, if someone offers me a joke I just say no thanks I try to tell it like it is And keep away from pranks Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down I just go pump on it some Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places And just set there waitin’ for me to come Goin’ to Acapulco–goin’ on the run Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun Yeah–goin’ to have some fun Copyright © 1975 by Dwarf Music; renewed 2003 by Dwarf Music

Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off-a my feet And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You’re a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin’ on a fence He’s singin’ his song for me at his own expense And I’m just like that bird, oh, oh Singin’ just for you I hope that you can hear Hear me singin’ through these tears Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast Oh, but what a shame if all we’ve shared can’t last I can change, I swear, oh, oh See what you can do I can make it through You can make it too Love is so simple, to quote a phrase You’ve known it all the time, I’m learnin’ it these days Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh In somebody’s room It’s a price I have to pay You’re a big girl all the way A change in the weather is known to be extreme But what’s the sense of changing horses in midstream? I’m going out of my mind, oh, oh With a pain that stops and starts Like a corkscrew to my heart Ever since we’ve been apart Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don’t matter, anyhow An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don’t know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe That light I never knowed An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe I’m on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin’ anyway So don’t think twice, it’s all right It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal I can’t hear you anymore I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don’t think twice, it’s all right I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I’m bound, I can’t tell But goodbye’s too good a word, gal So I’ll just say fare thee well I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don’t mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don’t think twice, it’s all right Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

Listen to me, baby There’s something you must see I want to be with you, gal If you want to be with me But if you got to go It’s all right But if you got to go, go now Or else you gotta stay all night It ain’t that I’m questionin’ you To take part in any quiz It’s just that I ain’t got no watch An’ you keep askin’ me what time it is But if you got to go It’s all right But if you got to go, go now Or else you gotta stay all night I am just a poor boy, baby Lookin’ to connect But I certainly don’t want you thinkin’ That I ain’t got any respect But if you got to go It’s all right But if you got to go, go now Or else you gotta stay all night You know I’d have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do But if you got to go It’s all right But if you got to go, go now Or else you gotta stay all night It ain’t that I’m wantin’ Anything you never gave before It’s just that I’ll be sleepin’ soon It’ll be too dark for you to find the door But if you got to go It’s all right But if you got to go, go now Or else you gotta stay all night Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin’ winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long, If it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, That’s the way I remember her best. I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all Many times I’ve often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie But I don’t sense affection No gratitude or love Your loyalty is not to me But to the stars above One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee ’fore I go To the valley below Your daddy he’s an outlaw And a wanderer by trade He’ll teach you how to pick and choose And how to throw the blade He oversees his kingdom So no stranger does intrude His voice it trembles as he calls out For another plate of food One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee ’fore I go To the valley below Your sister sees the future Like your mama and yourself You’ve never learned to read or write There’s no books upon your shelf And your pleasure knows no limits Your voice is like a meadowlark But your heart is like an ocean Mysterious and dark One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee ’fore I go To the valley below Copyright © 1975, 1976 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2003, 2004 by Ram’s Horn Music