They came for him one winter’s night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there’d been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he’d been wronged.
“You stand accused of robbery,”
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow’s light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he’ll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner’s life for him there’ll be. Read more…
We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
Nowhere to breathe easy…no time to be young
But I tell myself that Im doing alright
Theres nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you Read more…
Well he’s following the broken lines
Living on borrowed time
Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind
You swear he couldn’t close his eyes
As he shifts into overdrive
He’s been up and down this road so many times
The man of his own
And searching just keeps him proving
That only the road
Can tame the rebel in his soul Read more…
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone
I get a strong uneasy feeling you’re not sitting there alone
I’m having nasty nasty visions and baby you’re in every one, yeah
and I’m so afraid I’m gonna find you with a still hot and smokin gun Read more…
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