Lo he pensado por mi cuenta Y eso es un paso mas Un amigo ha conseguido un trabajo de verano cerca del mar Dormiremos en el coche y por fin los dos tendremos
Un palacio encantado es mi casa desde que proclamaste la primavera alli y le ordenaste al frio en pleno invierno que regresara a sus dominios y no volviera
Lo he pensado por mi cuenta Y eso es un paso mas Un amigo ha conseguido un trabajo de verano cerca del mar Dormiremos en el coche y por fin los dos
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
I wish I was big I wish I was tall I wish I had houses Instead of this hall Somebody put me Inside it one day I know who it is But he won't let me say
I wish I was bigger I wish I was tall I wish I had houses Instead of this hall Somebody put me Inside it one day I know who it is But he won't let me
When I woke up this morning I was feeling mighty good My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood Laying it on some Playing
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It
Come over baby, come over here, sit down sit down I need to talk to you for a second baby Umm, I really been, kickin a few things around baby And I wanna
Is the south side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the north side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the east side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Come together men of wood Burning sunsets where you stood Like three hats lying in the snow There's nowhere left for you to go Light escaping through
Do do do do do do dooo Do do do do do do dooo You built you a house of wood, yeah A wood house, yeah, where love once stood Though the time you spent
I wish I'd be in your wooden arms That'll swallow me into a thousand dreams And held me close while wooden eyes That weep just like a willow tree I wish
Music, music, music The blowin' of the wind If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast Your
Many, many years ago When this land was young A lot of our country was covered By big tall beautiful trees And men had to have the trees To make wood
Went down by the old courthouse Stumbling through the streets Had to get out of the house Had to use my feet And you may not think much of me now But
