How is your head these days? How does it feel? Are you all over the place? Deeply confused You wanted it all your own way Your ear won't buy all the hearsay You wanted it all your own way Your ear won't buy all the heresay What lurks in you shadows? Dark Do you see? What once was once innocent Now conspiracy You wouldn't listen for your own sake You went along by all the heresay You wouldn't listen for your own sake You wanted it all your own way You could do a synapse through my brain Put fire on my wounds and do it again You could change the times with a miracle Even if I die, I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again I don't recall too much Some faces stay... It doesn't seem part of my life Feel like a dream You wanted it all your own way Your ear won't buy all the heresay You wanted it all your own way You went along by all the heresay You could do a synapse through my brain Put fire on my wounds and do it again You could change the times with a miracle Even if I die I'd do it again Even if I, even if I, even if I Even I die, I'd do it again Even if I, Even if I Even if i, Even if I I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again

In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer

Beverly Beverly Hillbillies Huh, now lookie here, people Listen to my story A little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something, that poor mountaineer They say he barely kept his family fed Now, let me tell you, one day he was shootin' Old Jed was shootin' at some food When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there Well, there came a bubblin' crude Oil that is, well, maybe you call it Black gold or Texas tea He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale And be a Beverly Hillbilly Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin' Yeah, buddy, move away from there That little Clampett got his own cement pond That little Clampett, he's a millionaire Now, everyone said Californie Is the place that you oughta be We got to load up this here truck now We got to move to Beverly Hills, that is Swimming pools Move-a-move-a-movie stars Huh Look at that, look at that Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Y'all come back now, hear? Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies

Hillbillies in the Hay Hillbillies love it in the hay! Riff 4 X's Tractor's parked out in the yard I say you and me take it down to the barn Pull it inside and climb to the top Spread out a blanket in a favorite spot Pitch that pitchfork out of the way Hillbillies love it in the hay! Grab that bottle of strawberry wine Plateful of chicken and some of that pie We could be there all night long You know how we get when we get it on Up in the loft down yonder way Hillbillies love it in the hay! Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass Hillbillies... like it like that! 2 measure riff Sun's coming up and the rooster crows Hound dog chewing on the chicken bone (chicken bone) You and me just a having a ball (yee-haw) It's a good thing that old mule can't talk (goodness) Ain't no telling what he might say Hillbillies love it in the awwwwwww ... HAY! Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass Hillbillies... like it like that! Yeah we do! 8 measure riff Lay me down on a bed of gold Roll me round 'til the cows come home Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass (awww... yes...) Hillbillies... like it like that! 4 measure Bass riff Hey hillbilly! Hey hillbilly! (yeah, ya know what we're talking about) Hey hillbilly! Hey hillbilly!