There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together Mmmm, It's always better when we're together Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together Well, it's always better when we're together Yeah it's always better when we're together And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight, But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things for tomorrow night you see that they’ll be gone too, too many things I have to do But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene I'd be under the impression i was somewhere in between With only two, Just me and you, Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now, Yeah It's always better when we're together Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together Well, it's always better when we're together Yeah, it's always better when we're together [MmmMmmmmMmm, Mmm MMmmM] I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me But there is not enough time, There is no, no song I could sing and there is no combination of words I could say but I will still tell you one thing We're Better together

It was just a little while past the Sunset Strip They found the girl’s body in an open pit Her mouth was sewn shut, but her eyes were still wide Gazing through the fog to the other side They booked me on a whim and threw me deep in jail With no bail, sitting silent on a rusty pail Just gazing at the marks on the opposite wall Remembering the music of my lover’s call So you make no mistake I know just what it takes To pull a man’s soul back from heaven’s gates I’ve been wandering in the dark about as long as sin But they say it’s never too late to start again Oh when, oh when Will the spirit come a-callin' for my soul to send Oh when, oh when Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again? It was dark as the grave, it was just about three When the warden with his key came to set me free They gave me five dollars and a secondhand suit A pistol and a hat and a worn out flute So I took a bus down to the Rio Grande And I shot a man down on the edge of town Then I stole me a horse and I rode it around Til the sheriff pulled me in and sat me down He said, you make no mistake I know just what it takes To pull a man’s soul back from heaven’s gates I’ve been wandering in the dark about as long as sin But they say it’s never too late to start again Oh when, oh when Will the spirit come a-callin' for my soul to send Oh when, Oh when Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again? Well the sheriff let me go with a knife and a song So I took the first train up to Oregon And I killed the first man that I came upon 'Cause the devil works quick, you know it don’t take long Then I went to the river for to take a swim You know that black river water is as black as sin And I washed myself clean as a newborn babe And then I picked up a rock for to sharpen my blade Oh when, oh when Will the spirit come a calling for my soul to send Oh when, oh when Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again? Oh when, oh when Will that black river water wash me clean again Oh when, oh when Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again?

Bob goes to church every Sunday, Every Sunday that the fish ain't biting Bob never has to have dinner with the preacher, cause Bob never bothered getting married He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again, he always had more dogs than he ever had friends Bob ain't light in the loafers, he might kneel but he never bends over Bob takes care of his mama, she's the only one he lets call him Robert She don't drive anymore so he takes her to the store and keeps her yard looking just like she wants it Every week at the beauty shop Bob's mama hears of another woman made another man disappear Robert ain't exactly scared of women, he's just got his own way of living Bob's still got an antenna on a pole two channels come in, two more come and go He used to watch the news but he don't anymore, ain't none of it new it's the same as before He figures all any of it's any good for is keeping every bored till there ain't nobody like Bob anymore Bob takes care of his mama she's a mess but he feels like he oughta How big a mess today? Ask Bob he'll say, “She's a big one and she's gonna be a lotta” He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again, he always had more dogs than he ever had friends Bob ain't light in the loafers, he might kneel but he never bends over

Headed down south to the land of the pines And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline Starin' up the road And pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me Wagon Wheel lyrics are based on an original chorus by Bob Dylan, penned as Rock Me Mama in 1972 for the film soundtrack to Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid » Check out more Bob Dylan CDs in our Amazon store. » Browse Old Crow Medicine Show CDs Runnin' from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband My baby plays the guitar I pick a banjo now Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave But I ain't a turnin' back To livin' that old life no more So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke I caught a trucker out of Philly Had a nice long toke But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun I hear my baby callin' my name And I know that she's the only one And if I die in Raleigh At least I will die free So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway you feel Hey mama rock me Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a south-bound train Hey mama rock me

Standin' down on Main Street Across from Mr, Blues In my faded leather jacket And my weathered Brogan shoes A chill north wind was blowin' But the spring was comin' on As I wondered to myself Just how long I had been gone So I strolled across old Main Street Walked down a flight of stairs Stepped into the hall And saw all my friends were there A neon sign was flashin' "Welcome come on in" It feels so good feelin' good again Instrumental My favorite band was playin' An Otis Redding song When they sang the chorus Everybody sang along Dan and Margarita were swayin' side by side I heard they were divorcin' But I guess they let it slide And I wished I had some money with which to buy a round I wished I'd cashed my paycheck Before I came to town But I reached into my pocket Found three twenties and a ten It feels so good feelin' good again There was old man Perkins Sittin' on his stool Watchin' Butch and Jimmy John Talkin' loud and playin' pool The boys from Silver City Were standin' by the fire Singin' like they thought they were the Tabernacle choir And I wanted you to see them all I wished that you were there I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair And when I caught your eye I saw you break into a grin It feels so good feelin' good again

I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous When I see an open door Close your eyes Clear your heart... Cut the cord Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human? Or are we dancer? Pay my respects to grace and virtue Send my condolences to good Give my regards to soul and romance, They always did the best they could And so long to devotion You taught me everything I know Wave goodbye Wish me well.. You've gotta let me go Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human? Or are we dancer? Will your system be alright When you dream of home tonight? There is no message we're receiving Let me know is your heart still beating Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer You've gotta let me know Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer Are we human Or are we dancer? Are we human? Or are we dancer? Are we human Or are we dancer?

Trailer for sale or rent Rooms to let...fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination...Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suits and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo). God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey). We'd like to know A little bit about you For our files. We'd like to help you learn To help yourself. Look around you. All you see Are sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the grounds Until you feel at home. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo). God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey). Hide it in a hiding place Where no one ever goes. Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. It's a little secret, Just the Robinsons' affair. Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids. Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo). God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey). Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates' debate, Laugh about it, Shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it, you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo woo woo). What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? "Joltin' Joe has left and gone away" (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer between her legs She'd ride down to the river and meet with all her friends The road goes on forever and the party never ends Sonny was a loner he was older than the rest He was going into the Navy but he couldn't pass the test So he hung around town he sold a little pot The law caught wind of Sonny and one day he got caught But he was back in business when they set him free again The road goes on forever and the party never ends Sonny's playin' 8-ball at the joint where Sherry works When some drunken outta towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt Sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door She's runnin' right behind him reachin' for his hand The road goes on forever and the party never ends They jumped into his pickup Sonny jammed her down in gear Sonny looked at Sherry and said lets get on outta here The stars were high above them and the moon was in the east The sun was settin' on them when they reached Miami Beach They got a hotel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin The road goes on forever and the party never ends They soon ran out of money but Sonny knew a man Who knew some Cuban refugees that delt in contraband Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot The cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in The road goes on forever and the party never ends The Cubans grabbed the goodies and Sonny grabbed the Jack He broke a bathroom window and climbed on out the back Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side Where a lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights She stepped into the alley with a single shot .410 The road goes on forever and the party never ends They left the lawman lyin' and they made their getaway They got back to the motel just before the break of day Sonny gave her all the money and he blew her a little kiss If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this She watched him as his taillights disappeared around the bend The road goes on forever and the party never ends Its Main Street after midnight just like it was before 21 months later at the local grocery store Sherry buys a paper and a cold 6-pack of beer The headlines read that Sonny is goin' to the chair She pulls back onto Main Street in her new Mercedes Benz The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Deep in the belly of a whale I found her Down with the deep blue jail around her Running her hands through the ribs of the dark Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc I love the way she looks in her underwear I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea Through the wreck of a brass band I thought I could see her In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame Just a little bird floating on a hurricane I was flat on my back with my feet in the thorns I was in between the apples and the chloroform She came to me often I was sure I was dying It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call Joan never cared about the in-betweens Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war You don't need to tell me who the fire is for Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword A boat that can love the rocks or the shore The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck? Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat Who died out of pride and got famous for that Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved Pity the bullet and pity the man Who both find their place in the same sad plan Who both are like the barrel going over the falls Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call General George began the day by taking pink little pills Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze He said I love the way the wind comes a'tickling my knees Jane shot the apple right between the eyes I was thinking of her when you came outside Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair Did I mention how I love you in your underwear? Deep in the belly of a whale I found her Down with the deep blue jail around her Running her hands through the ribs of the dark Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

There ain’t no reason things are this way. Its how they always been and they intend to stay. I can't explain why we live this way, we do it everyday. Preachers on the podium speakin’ of saints in seance, Prophets on the sidewalk beggin’ for change, Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name. I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same, A window and a pigeon with a broken wing, You can spend your whole life workin’ for something Just to have it taken away. People walk around pushing back their debts, Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets, Talking ‘bout nothing, not thinking ‘bout death, Every little heartbeat, every little breath. People walk a tight rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons. It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen Or a thought or a word or a sentence. There Ain't no reason things are this way. It's how they always been and they intend to stay I don’t know why I say the things I say, but I say them anyway. But love will come set me free Love will come set me free,I do believe Love will come set me free, I know it will Love will come set me free, yes. Prison walls still standing tall, Some things never change at all. Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Keep on buildin’ prisons, gonna fill them all, Keep on buildin’ bombs, gonna drop them all. Working your fingers bear to the bone, Breaking your back, make you sell your soul. Like a lung that’s filled with coal, suffocatin’ slow. The wind blows wild and I may move, The politicians lie and I am not fooled. You don't need no reason or a three piece suit to argue the truth. The air on my skin and the world under my toes, Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes, Chaos and commotion wherever I go, love I try to follow. Love will come set me free Love will come set me free, I do believe Love will come set me free, I know it will Love will come set me free, yes. There ain't no reason things are this way It’s how they always been and they intend to stay I can't explain why we live this way, we do it everyday.

Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped And Highway 11's done turned into a permanent road block I wasn't driving, my wife was my D.D. And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D. And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want to go home Woah-woah And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po and they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more Woah-hoah And I'm not gonna let this go, so I'm singing fuck the po-po So I got arrested, just for speaking up And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up Now I'm a jail-bird, I've done time in the pen And I've got a real messed up story to tell all my friends And my name was in the newspaper in my home town They ruined my reputation because I didn't bow down No-no And now I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po And they wonder why folks don't trust 'em no more Woah-hoah And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D. The long-arm of the law coming down on me Now I understand why all these rappers are mad They must have been treated as badly as I have Now I'm screaming thug life, fuck the po-po Shootin' birds out the window whenever the cops go by They're puttin road blocks in front of my house Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Man I'm starting to feel like I live under the Taliban Can't drive home without a gun in my face Thursday through Sunday, they're invading my space Tellin' me its for my sake, they're keepin' the streets safe By gettin' all the drunks off of the highway But I say man, that's a big fuckin' lie It's all about the money from the D.U.I.'s Otherwise they'd be parked out in front of this bar Giving free breathalysers before we get in our cars Instead they just hide about 3 miles away And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake Drink a little to much and you'll be cuffed and stuffed And probably roughed up if you complain enough You'll be carted off to jail, in the land of the free Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect And they boldly put their lives on the line To protect our rights and give us peace of mind But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown This song is for you, and I'll never bow down ... And I'm mad as hell singing fuck the po-po woah-woah And I'm not gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po y'all Oh no, fuck the po-po