Well, I'm on my way, to the city life To a pretty face that shines her light on the city nights And I gotta catch a noon train I gotta be there on time Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin', yeah, yeah Bon c'est bon, bon bon c'est bon, bon Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon Bon c'est, bon, bon bon c'est bon, bon Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon So long ma, so long pa, so long neighbors and friends Like a country mornin', all snuggled in dew Ah she's got a way to make a man feel shiny and new And she sing in the evenin', oh familiar tunes And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin' Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman (oh, she's my) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman (woah my) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (everybody) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman (ba da da da, ba da da da) Sweet, sweet, sweet

Oh, my lady I'm alone, yet feel your presence in the night Oh, my lady Through the storm I felt your fire, saw your light Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Oh, my lady There will be time for reflection and for play Oh, my lady Well, a darker night will dawn a brighter day Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train And life being what it is She'll be 'round in time And time changing like it does Oh, won't change my mind About my lady, so real I said, my lady can feel And ain't it like walkin' out through the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Oh, my lady I said lady, I can feel That soon my lady will be real And ain't it like walkin' out after the pourin' rain To meet the morning train Well, in the morning rain Oh, my lady

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he rode along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost turned in the sky Their horns were black and shiny and their hooks are made of steel Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky As the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch the Devils herd, across these endless skies Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky

Typing letters to the dead Late at night on a closed piano lid She circles past She fills your glass But she don't recognise the song And once in a life time she says The waking life Stitched together in your head Well, what if it's only worth The bundle of nerves it's written on? And I don't need these arms anymore I don't need this heart, now to love I don't need this skin and bones At all There's a way you've always known her Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder And eyes like crystal balls That just won't shutup About the future of the future Ramona was a waitress All but made of information In a bar under the third bridge She says she's looking forward To living forever And I won't need these arms anymore I won't need this heart, not alone I won't need this skin and bones At all At all, at all, at all, at all, at all Ramona was a waitress

I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to new orleans They got a honeysuckel droopin' on a honeysuckel vine And a love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well look out, hey, hey, yeah (Well look out, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody down to Basin Street Listen to the music of the dixieland beat Well the magnolia blossems fill the air Said you ain't been to heaven till you been down there They got rich moss hangin' from a big oak tree Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Well the honeysuckel droopiun' on a honeysuckel vine And love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans