"Long Ago And Far Away"



Long ago, a young man sits and plays his waiting game.
But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams.
Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon.
Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be.

Where do those golden rainbows end? Why is this song so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend, loving the love I love
to love is just a word I've heard when things are being said.
Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold.
And in between what might have been and what has come to pass,
a misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass.

Where do your golden rainbows end? Why is this song I sing so sad?
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend, loving the love I love to love to love to love.

"Looking For Love On Broadway"



Need a reason to be here, hoping to find it tonight.
Walking alone on Broadway, watching the people, watching the town go down.
Broadway's a river to me, fat fish in the big city sea, taxi cabs, limousines, submarines.

Got my mind on a sweet dream, keeping an eye on this street scene.
Cause I'm open for love in the middle of town tonight.
Had my fill of self-pity, I brought all my blues to the city.
Guess I'm pressing my luck in the middle of town tonight.
See me waiting on you to smile back on me, child.

It looks like tomorrow, it seems like the end of a dream.
Dawning on me on Broadway in the morning light, it's a dream.
And I'm just a fool looking for love on Broadway.

"Love Has Brought Me Around"



Don't come to me with your sorrows anymore.
I don't need to know how bad you're feeling today.
I declare I've had my share and I've heard it all before.
It's time for me to be stealing away.
Let those rain clouds roll out on the sea. Let the sun shine down on me, hey, hey.

Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yes, it has.
Love has brought me around, love has brought me around.

When my sky was full of gray and my day was full of blue,
there was nothing I could do to see myself through.
Now my head is full of springtime and my heart is full of you,
goodbye lonely blue, it shall all come true.
Miss November, I detect a frown, close your eyes and turn it upside down, whoa, oh.

Love has brought me around love has brought me around, don't you know.
Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yeah.

I know you know what I've got to say is an old cliche anyway, so they say.
love has brought me around, love has brought me around.
Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yes, it has.

"Love Songs"



She doesn't know what she's done, little one doesn't know when to stop.
Love must find her, love must find her away.
She doesn't know what he's thinking, she only knows how he behaves,
love must find him, love must find him a way.

I reckon I must be just an old softy, cause I still believe in love.
I think the best is yet to come cause where I'm from is also where I'm going.
And in the time that it takes to sing this song, I hope you can see for yourself-
love must find you love must find you a way.

I reckon I must be just an old softy, cause I still believe in love.
I think the best is yet to come cause where I'm from is also where I'm going.
And in the time that it takes to sing this song, I think I can see for myself-
love has found me, love has found me a way, oh, love has surely found a way.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la.

Never did I feel like this before, never was I so confused,
I don't know if I'm up or down. I guess I've got nothing to lose.
Never did I feel so good before, guess I might as well hold onto a feeling,
it feels so fine, as long as it's on my mind.

What a blue Monday, talk about lonely, don't look back, don't look down,
I don't know how I made it through, I guess it's got something to do with you.
Never was I so in love before, the world is like a collage,
yes, and the only thing I can see clearly is the slow steady glow of love in her eyes.
Talking about the slow steady glow of love in her eyes.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la.

"Machine Gun Kelly"
(performed with Carole King)



I'll tell you about Machine Gun Kelly he rode along the outlaw trail.
Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man but the woman was as hard as hell.
Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round.
Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun.

I'll tell you about Katherine Kelly, tired of being such small time, now.
Figured they'd kidnap a rich man's son, make it in the world of crime.
Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round.
Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun.

You'd better watch out Machine Gun Kelly, careful of what you do, now.
If you keep listening to your old lady, ain't no telling what'll happen to you, now,
Machine Gun.

The government boys they came for Machine Gun, took the poor boy away.
Stuck him in a hole in Leavenworth prison where he lived until his dying day.

Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her put you down.
Don't let a woman make you out to be a clown, Machine Gun.
Watch out Machine Gun.

"Machine Gun Kelly"



I'll tell you about Machine Gun Kelly he rode along the outlaw trail.
Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man but the woman was as hard as hell.
Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round.
Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun.

I'll tell you about Katherine Kelly, tired of being such small time, now.
Figured they'd kidnap a rich man's son, make it in the world of crime.
Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round.
Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun.

You'd better watch out Machine Gun Kelly, careful of what you do, now.
If you keep listening to your old lady, ain't no telling what'll happen to you, now,
Machine Gun.

The government boys they came for Machine Gun, took the poor boy away.
Stuck him in a hole in Leavenworth prison where he lived until his dying day.

Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her put you down.
Don't let a woman make you out to be a clown, Machine Gun.
Watch out Machine Gun.

"Me And My Guitar"



Me and my guitar. always in the same mood.
I am mostly flesh and bones and he is mostly wood.
Never does grow impatient for the changes I don't know, no.
If he can't go to heaven, maybe, I don't want to go, Lord.

Picture me in the key of E, call me Uncle John.
Any fool can easily see that we go back a long time.
Feel something like fine to me, there's no such thing as the wrong time.
He hops up on my knee, singing, get down, Pops, it's song time.

Every now and then I'm a lonely man, it's nice to know that I've got a friend.
Puts his power right in my hand, all I've got to do is the best I can, if I can.
Got a dog named David, got a bird named Dinah,
got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of Mainland China.
Got a somewhat southern accent cause I come from Carolina,
and if you want to find us, we'll be walking right behind you.

I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings, seems I was born with too many choices.
Now what am I going to do with all these extra things,
as they serve to confuse me, really.

It's me and my guitar, essentially me and my guitar.
Oh, maybe a few friends fall by for tea, a little bit of 'who do you love?'
But pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, it's me and my guitar.
Having fun, boogie-woogie, uh-huh, me and my guitar.

"Mean Old Man"



On my own, how could I have known? Imagine my surprise.
Just a fool from a tree full of fools who can't believe his eyes, imagine my surprise?

I was a mean old man, I was an ornery cuss, I was a dismal Dan, I made an awful fuss.
Ever since my life began, man, it was ever thus, I was a nasty tyke who was hard to like.
I had to misbehave, I did things in reverse,
refused to wash or shave, I was horrid to my nurse.
I got back what I gave which only made me worse,
I had to have my way which was bleak and gray.

Oh dear, living in here, one hundred years of rain.
Such a drag, this riches to rags with just myself to blame, a dirty low-down shame.

Silly me, silly old me, somewhere outside my mind.
Clever you walking me through, willing to lead the blind just in the nick of time.

Who gets a second chance? Who gets to have some fun?
Who gets to learn to dance before his race is run?
Who gets to shed his skin? Who comes up born again?
Who was a mean old man till you turned him into a golden retriever puppy dog?

Who's a good boy?

"Mescalito"



Mescalito has opened up my eyes, ahhhh. Mescalito has set my mind at ease, ahhhh.
Mescalito has opened up my eyes, set my mind at ease, ahhhhh.

"Mexico"



Way down here, you need a reason to move. Feel a fool running your stateside games.
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James.
Woh, Mexico, it sounds so simple, I just got to go.
The sun's so hot I forgot to go home, guess I'll have to go now.

"Americano" got the sleepy eye but his body's still shaking like a live wire.
Sleepy senorita with the eyes on fire.
Woh, Mexico. It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low.
Moon's so bright, like to light up the night, make everything all right.

Baby's hungry and the money's all gone.
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone.
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard, times are hard.
Woh, down in Mexico, I never really been so I don't really know.
And oh, Mexico, I guess I'll have to go.
Woh, Mexico, I never really been so I don't really know.
And oh, Mexico, I guess I'll have to go now.
Talking bout Mexico. Big ol' honkey-tonk down in Mexico.

"Migration"



Distant hands in foreign lands are turning hidden wheels,
causing things to come about which no one seems to feel.
All invisible from where we stand, the connections come to pass
and though too strange to comprehend, they affect us nonetheless, yes.

Once again a time of change, oh, the change makes music and the children will dance.

See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves.
It feels just like a symphony to me, with nothing left to chance.
Just look over your shoulder, it's out of you hands it's over for now.
Leave behind what you can, you can always return.

The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken but loud and clear,
it's a slow vibration, migration.

Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer, unsung song, how I long to play the changes.
Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer?
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming, migration.

"Millworker"



Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water.
My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter.
Took up with a no good millworking man from Massachusetts
who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed.

Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard, millwork it ain't nothing but an awful boring job.
I'm waiting for a daydream to take me through the morning
and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember.

Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning,
for the rest of the afternoon and the rest of my life.

Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost.

Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
to let this manufacturer use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening, staring at my hands,
swearing by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance.

So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
and never meet the man whose name is on the label.

It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
and the rest of the afternoon, gone for the rest of my life.

"Mona"



Life's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead.
And things I should have said to her, I shall say to you instead.
Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, too much of you to take care of, Mona, Mona.
You got too big to keep and too damn old to eat.

When you where just a football at your mama's side,
I reckon everyone figured you for a barbecue when you died.
And here I'm thinking about you lying underground pushing up a pine tree in my field.
Oh, Mona, Mona, you can close your eyes. I've got a twelve-gauge surprise waiting for you.

Since the day she passed away, everything's just the same.
Everywhere I go, somebody mentions her name.
Sometimes it's easiest to tell a friend a lie, they don't understand the way I feel.
Oh, Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, too much of you to take care of, so long.

Now she is gone and I am left alone as you can see.
But ever since I caused her death, I do miss her company.

"Money Machine"



When I was just a child, my life was, oh, so simple.
And the ways of the great world seemed strange and funny.
Then when I was a young man, I learned of that machine
that turns out all those bails of precious money.

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money,
Ooo, that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it. You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
with the possible exception of the North Vietnamese.
It takes a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.

Oh, General Motors and IBM. AFL-CIO and all the king's men.
When I began the game, see me singing about the fire and rain.
Let me just say it again, I've seen fives and I've seen tens.
It was a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, ha ha ha.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough.

Been living in the lap of luxury too long. Please, Mr. DJ, won't you play my song.
Maybe my baby will listen on the radio.
Come back home to me, help me spend my dough.
I need a strong hit from the money machine. Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world.
Strong hit, babe, from the money machine, woo, sitting on top, on top of the world.

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
From that money machine.

"Mud Slide Slim"



Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. Oh, Mud Slide, I'm dependent on you.
I don't know but I've been told, there's a time from time to time.
I can't eat, I can't sleep but I just might move my feet.
Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music to change a young lady's mind.
And there's nothing like a walk on down by the bayou to leave the world behind, whoa,
Mud Slide I'm depending upon you. Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon.

I've been letting the time go by, letting the time go by,
yes, I'm letting the time go by, letting the time go by.

I'm gonna cash in my hand and pick up on a piece of land
and build myself a cabin back in the woods.
Lord, it's there I'm gonna stay until there comes a day
when this old world starts to changing for the good.
Now the reason I'm smiling is over on a island on a hillside in the woods where I belong.
I wanna thank Jimmy, Jimmy, John, Nick and Laurie, the No Jets Construction
for setting me down a homestead on the farm, whoa, ooooo.

Mud Slide, I'm depending upon you. Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon.
Night goes on and on, don't want to come at all. Baby, baby, baby, I know.
Stoney Lee Blue Borne, picking on a fretless bass, yeah, yeah.
Oil slick, slipping and a sliding and a slapping on. Kootcheroo

"Music"



Things may always stay the way they are,
still my head looks for a change from time to time.
I don't really mean to look that far- turn on the music,
strike up the music, let the music change my mind.

Now don't I dig the big time rock and roll. Sit in the darkness and be somebody else.
A time which after all is under control- crank out the music,
give me music, let the music fill the air.

My dear friend, your head's been sinking like a stone.
You must try thinking like a cloud sometime.
Just leave a happy side out loud sometime.
There's a symphony inside you, there's a thousand things for you to do, so come on.

Let a hush fall on the movie crowd. Boy turns to girl and says I love you so.
What I hear in here is violins- give me music, miss the music, let the music be there too.
I'll never know what to do unless you let the music be there too.

You see this man his head's been sinking like a stone.
You must try thinking like a cloud sometime.
Just leave a happy side out loud sometime.
There's a symphony inside you, there's a thousand things for you to do, so come on.

Let a hush fall on the movie crowd.
Boy turns to girl and says I love you so, well, you know, what I hear in here is violins-
Strike up the music, lay on the music let the music be there, too.
Never know what to do unless you let the music be there too.

"My Romance"



My romance doesn't need to have a moon in the sky.
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by.
No month of May, no shining star, no hideaway, no soft guitar.

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain.
Wide-awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
'cause my romance doesn't need a thing but you.

"My Traveling Star"



Watch my back and light my way (my traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day (old road dog, young runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
they wait by the door, they stand and they stare.
They're already out of there, they're already out of there.

My daddy used to ride the rails (so they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails (Boxcar Jones, old walking man).
Coming back home was like going to jail.
The sheets and the blankets and babies and all,
no, he never did come back home, never that I recall.

Never mind the wind, never mind the rain, never mind the road leading home again.
Never asking why, never knowing when, every now and then, there he goes again.

She had a cat and a dog named Blue (my traveling star, my traveling star).
A big old stove and a fireplace, too (old road dog, young runaway).
She told me loved me like it was true.
I knew I should stay, I knew I would go.
Run, run, run away. Run, run, run away, boy.

Run before the wind, run before the rain, over yonder hill, just around the bend.
Never knowing why, never knowing when, every now and then, there you go again.

Tie me up and hold me down (oh, my traveling star).
Bury my feet down in the ground (oh, old road dog).
Claim my name from the lost and found and let me believe this is where I belong.
Shame on me for sure for one more highway song.
My traveling star, my traveling star...

"Native Son"



Mount up, move on, may you find the way back home.

Down and down we go, down into bright October,
brothers in arms no more now that the war is over.
Have you waded in and been to hell? Will you lie upon the sofa,
see to the decoration of your shell now that the war is over?

Mount up, move on, damn the darkness, speed the dawn, they lost, we won.
Try to find your way back home, native son.

Down and down we go, down into bright October,
brothers in arms no more now that the war is over.
Have you waded in and been to hell? Will you lie upon the sofa,
see to the decoration of your shell now that the war is over?

Mount up, move on, damn the darkness, speed the dawn, they lost, we won.
Try to find your way back home, native son.

"Never Die Young"



We were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun.
Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young.
Synchronized with the rising moon, even with the evening star,
they were true love written in stone, they were never alone, they were never that far apart.

And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes.
Cut up our losses into doable doses, ration our tears and sighs.
Oh, you could see them on the street on a Saturday night. Everyone used to run them down.
They're a little too sweet, they're a little too tight, not enough tough for this town.
Couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole, no, it didn't seem to rattle at all.
They were glued together body and soul, that much more with their backs up against the wall.

Oh, hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall
prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us and claims us and shames us all.

I guess it had to happen someday soon- wasn't nothing to hold them down.
They would rise from among us like a big balloon, take the sky, forsake the ground.
Oh, yes, other hearts were broken, yeah, other dreams ran dry
but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky.
(Let other hearts be broken, let other dreams run dry)
but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky, beneath another sky.
Hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up...
(Hold them up, don't let them fall).