John Wesley Harding songs lyrics

I met Ray Davies in a Danish airport Turned out to be a real nice guy He said "Keep writing your songs, man As long as you can" And I think that...

In an office two miles underground They can't tell night from day Secretaries typing errors of judgement In eternally full in-trays Phones ring...

Darling, when you sit up and stare all night I get the feeling that something ain't right My heart starts to beat on my drum-tight skin I just...

With all your vice and volume the whole of last week The plastic pretenders to paradise speak Of your fictions of triumph and legends of pain The...

Well you say you've got everything you wanted All your beds are full and your houses are haunted And everything you need, well you got it on credit...

I'd love to get inside your head And let's be blunt There are other words That rhyme as well But that's just the way I am Understand That...

(An outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...) The Beadle says I killed them all My wife, my screaming child I'm dying in the...

You got a brain just like a steam shovel And I'm tar upon the road You've got a body like a shotgun That I'm trying to unload If you are yin and...

I was breathing not sleeping nor having the choice I was brushed by the skirts of a ghost with your voice You were drowned in the buzz of the...

Well he shouts and wakes the whole street up He says 'I've never believed in you anyway' He says 'Now what the hell do you want to lecture me for ...

By the margin of the ocean One pleasant evening in the month of June The pleasant singing blackbird His charming notes to tune Then I saw a woman...

You might remember this conversation when you get older You may recall the warning signs on the road But if you lose all recollection Or misplace...

We can wear the social fabric Put on the make-up of society We can champion the underdog Be proud that we're not another cog In the Blue...

Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating They're polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot indians before...

The King puts on his raiment And surveys the royal scene And tries to put his finger on The source of all his ennui But when something goes, it's...

You're not allowing me to breathe the man said I've no room to move and all of this discussion is ringing in my head This is not an issue of love no...

You win the argument At the end of every night I never know the perfect time To hit the bedside light Then we lie awake Watch headlights...

Oh it's of a young squire in Tamworth we hear And he courted a nobleman's daughter so fair For to marry her it was his intent And the friends and...

Well I was born in 1965 That was a hell of a good time to be alive Except that by the age of ten The music had turned crap again Now people say...

When I ask you where you've been You look suicidal One day I'm gonna lock you in a room With a bed that creaks and a bible Gonna wait til the...