Pretty lady Here I am With my heart on my sleeve Hat in my hand You said you could help me Help me now Change my life Please show me how A face of clay And yet so warm I feel like I've weathered Eternal storm You said you could help me Help me now Change my life Please show me how Pretty lady ... Pretty lady Here I am With my heart on my sleeve Hat in hand You said you could help me Help me now Change my life Please show me how Pretty lady ...

Listen to my tale of woe, It's terribly sad but true, All dressed up, no place to go Each evening I'm awfully blue. I must win some handsome guy Can't go on like this, I could blossom out I know, With somebody just like you. So Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good Oh, lady, be good to me I am so awfully misunderstood So lady, be good to me Oh, please have some pity I'm all-alone in this big city I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood, So lady be good to me. Oh, please have some pity I'm all alone in this big city I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood, So lady be good to me. Oh lady be good to me.

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

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

Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Carry me Home to Birmingham To my Sarah-Ann To where I grew a man Mmm-mmm carry me Away from this old war I don't wanna fight no more I just wish it would end Mmm-mmm [CHORUS] Here I'm tied down and homesick And that old wind just blows so freely Why can't it take me along Mmm-mmm carry me With you ramblin' wind It's the place you've been I wish I was home again Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm [BREAK:] (humming on top) [CHORUS] Here I'm tied down and homesick And that old wind just blows so freely Why can't it take me along Mmm-mmm carry me Home to Alabam To Sarah's homemade jam To old red mountain land Mmm-mmm carry me With you ramblin' wind It's the place you've been I wish I was home again Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm