Jim Croce Lyrics
Jim Croce Lyrics
"Box #10 Lyrics"
Pen And Paper Lyrics
(Pen and paper won't you tell me what to write) Pen and paper won't you tell me what to write I don't know I can't think and I
(Pen and paper won't you tell me what to write) Pen and paper won't you tell me what to write I don't know I can't think and I
Well out of Southern Illinois come a down home country boy
He gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio
Well he hadn't been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap hotel
Oh well it's ea
Nightliner Lyrics
I don't think I'll recover I don't think I'll return You took my heart, broke it in two Then made me watch it burnsy for you to see that that country boy is me
Say and how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too
Chorus:
Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call co
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Well back in
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar, too
Chorus
I don't think I'll recover I don't think I'll return You took my heart, broke it in two Then made me watch it burn
Say and how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too
Chorus:
Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call co
Party at the Leper Colony Lyrics
Finger food and an ice cold keg It won't cost you an arm and a leg Dance all night to a rotten band Come on, people, let's give
llectFinger food and an ice cold keg It won't cost you an arm and a leg Dance all night to a rotten band Come on, people, let's give
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten
Well back in
Last Week Lyrics
Last week you told me that you were unhappy. Last week you told me I don't understand. Can't we move on? It just seems to take so long. Wha
Southern Illinois they're still worryin' 'bout their boyLast week you told me that you were unhappy. Last week you told me I don't understand. Can't we move on? It just seems to take so long. Wha
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar, too
Chorus