(Violin playing) so we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you and We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand just Me and
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Lord make me a
At times I see you, you silver rider Sometimes your voice is not enough Your face in windows, outside forever Nobody dreamed you'd save the world Nobody
It ain't complicated Well, I've grown to hate it I never liked the taste of crow but baby I ate it They tried to warn me They said that you were ornery
All my life I've been searching for something Something I can put my finger on Baby, I've been living for the weekend Baby, I've been living for this
We never spoke a word But every thought she had I heard from across the room We were standing face to face I couldn't find the words to say give me one
You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the
, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand Find a few good buddies, start a band Start a band! Start a band And all
Should've kissed you there I should've held your face I should've watched those eyes Instead of run in place I should've called you out I should've said
is the groupie and we are the crew and this my solo so take my photo, My #1 fan mrs.im with the band. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Chorus x2) You can in my band
Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band
the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide. Come hear Uncle John's Band
song go? Come hear uncle John's band by the riverside Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide Come hear uncle John's band, playing
The management said they were sorry For the inconvenience you are suffering And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy Don't book the jobs so far apart
Standin' by your window in pain, a pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl Try and understand your man the best you can Across The Great
