The Wanderer (feat. Johnny Cash) - U2

It all began when they took me from my home And put me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food And all things either good or ungood And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die I hear stories from the chamber Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger He died upon the cross Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My kill-hand's Tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven, His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold It's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hopin' To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And any way there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief A life for a life And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way that's helping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And any way I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie

Just around the corner there's heartache Down the street that losers use If you can wade in through the teardrops You'll find me at the Home of the Blues I walk and cry while my heartbeat Keeps time with the drag of my shoes The sun never shines through this window of mine It's dark at the Home of the Blues Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest memories Memories so sweet that I cry Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad I just want to give up and lay down and die So if you've just lost your sweetheart And it seems there's no good way to choose Come along with me, misery loves company You're welcome at the Home of the Blues Just around the corner there's heartache Down the street that losers use If you can wade in through the teardrops You'll find me at the Home of the Blues Yeah,you're gonna find me at the Home of the Blues

Country boy, ain't got no shoes Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day While you're wantin' to play In the sun and the sand With a face that's tan At the end of the day When your work is done You ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills You get a wiggly worm And then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook And you drop him in a brook If everything's gonna turn out right You're gonna fry fish tonight Country boy, got a lot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a holler log Well, he comes in a run When you pick up your gun And with a shell or two And your dog and you When you get your rabbit You'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried Country boy, you got a lot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta plant the seed You gotta cut the weeds There's many a row You know you gotta hoe When it's quittin' time And your work is through There's a lot of life in you Country boy, you lucky thing Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me

Hey, get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes, and get goin Get rhythm! When you get the blues! A little shoe-shine boy he never gets low-down But he's got the dirtiest job in town! Bending low at the peoples' feet On a windy corner of a dirty street Well, I asked him while she shined my shoes How'd he keep from getting the blues He grinned as he raised his little head He popped a shoe-shine rag, and he said Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine It'll shake all your troubles from your worried mind Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes, and get goin Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Well, I had to listen to the shoe-shine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy! Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoe-shine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said, you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way! He said I like it, with a big wide grin Kept on a-poppin' and he said again Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe It does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm! When you get the blues!

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the bluff. She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. Now, won't you bat it down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. She loves you, Big River, more than me. Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.