The Baron (From "The Cat Returns (Original Soundtrack)") - Czech Philharmonic Orchestra

Wish I had a-known ya When you were a little younger 'Round me you might have learned a thing or two If I had known you longer You might be a little stronger Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do As he walked into the poolroom, you could tell he didn't fit In his handmade boots, custom suit, and pearl handled shooting stick Tonight there'd be a showdown, then everyone would know Who shoots the meanest game around - The Baron or Billy Joe Billy Joe looked edgy, about to lose his cool But the Baron's hands were steady, as the two began to duel Yeah, he was like a general on a battlefield of slate And he would say to Billy Joe each time he sunk the eight He'd say... Wish I had a-known ya When you were a little younger 'Round me you might have learned a thing or two If I had known you longer You might be a little stronger Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do Now Billy Joe was busted, but he hadn't felt the sting And from the far end of the table, he threw his mother's wedding ring And he said "you won my money, but it ain't gonna do the trick I'll bet this ring on one more game against your fancy stick" The Baron's eyes got foggy as the ring rolled on the felt And he almost doubled over like he had been hit below the belt Twenty years ago, it was the ring his wife had worn And he didn't know before he left that a son would soon be born It sounded just like thunder when the Baron shot the break But it grew thickly quiet as he lined up the eight Then a warm hand touched his shoulder and it chilled him to the bone When he turned and saw the woman who had loved him for so long The game was never finished; the eight ball never fell The Baron calmly picked it up and put it on the shelf Then he placed the ring in the hands that held him long ago And he tossed that fancy shooting stick to his son Billy Joe And he said... Wish I had a-known ya When you were a little younger 'Round me you might have learned a thing or two If I had known you longer You might be a little stronger Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do Maybe you'd shoot straighter than you do

Man and machine and nothing there in between A flying circus and a man from Prussia The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain The western front and all the way to Russia Death from above, you're under fire Stained red as blood, he's roaming higher Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies That's where the legend will arise And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die First to the scene, he is a lethal machine It's Bloody April and the tide is turning Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill Four in a day shot down with engines burning Embrace the fame, red squadron leader Call out his name, Rote Kampfflieger In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice Eighty allies paid the price And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast again, he's flying too high He's flying higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies And the legend never dies And he's flying And he's flying And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die

Oh, wish I knew where you'll go Oh, you're making plans, I know So do just as you have to do But ask when you get there Would I have pledged my life? I do Who's going to drive away the loneliness? Who's going to justify the ugliness? Who's going to give us our inheritance? Who's going to say we once were innocent? Oh, decisions made too fast Seem to be the ones that last So tell me life is short And don't explain a thing I will never ask you more Now my friends are asking if I got what I was wanting Such a high ranked jerk since moving out of town Handing down the sky when what they wanted was my shoulder No one's got that kind of patience when you're down One day you 'll ask me why I hang around Oh please, stay the way I hate you, stay the way I hate you, can't you? Who's going to drive away the loneliness? Who's going to justify the ugliness? Who's going to give us our inheritance? Who's going to say we once were innocent? Who's going to nullify the carelessness? Who's going to finance our deliverance? Who's going to have a little sympathy? Who's going to say you can't do this to me?