One month on the road will leave you wonderin' How any man could ever want for more? But three months on the road will leave you stumblin' Fallin' through another hotel door Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn Highwayside grazin' herd of cattle Folks 'round here pulled in a decent yield A view best taken in from the saddle I'm starin' through this dirty, cracked windshield Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn If I'm paid well, a tale I'll tell and sing And I seldom pay a cent for my drinks Folks in here tonight, they think I'm a king I'd trade it all for a double-rigged saddle and a good pair of chinks Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn Then it's back to throwin' houlies at the Holiday Inn

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in a violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life, as lovers often do But I could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in their ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will