Cross Canadian Ragweed Album

I want a big red nose I want some floppy shoes
I want a squirty flower squirt it on you
Like all the bad clowns do
I want to juggle bowling pins in the sun
I want to join the circus, the circus looks like fun
I'll sit and work the gate or I can guess your weight
I'll even sell the corn dogs I don't care
As long as I am there
I'll hand out baseballs at the dunk tank
I'll ride my funny car laughing... all the way to the bank

Cause I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
I'm a carney man I'm a carney man carney man carney man

The human cannonball I'll rise above it all
Up higher than the trapeze I can fly Oh god I'm gonna die
I am a carney worker I make two bucks
Every hour come to find out ... this job it really sucks

Cause I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
You need a corndog I can tell You need a corn dog I can tell
I'm a carney man

Look at you with your heart on a shelf
Sit at home get drunk by yourself
Call up a friend to ease your mind
Anything to pass the time
Chorus
Hey hey it's all gonna change
Well well when you turn around again
My my in the wink of an eye
Don't ask why as time goes by

Take your dreams to the railroad tracks
I sure hope their comin back
Watch em roll away down the line
Just anywhere with your friend time

[No lyrics]

Jenny come back from California
She said her mother's doing fine
Jenny come back from California
With a sparkle in her eye

Early last June, she bought a round trip ticket
To San Francisco by the bay.
Trouble at home, she said she couldn't take it.
She needed time to get away.

Jenny come back from California.
With a brand new pair of shoes
Jenny come back from California
She come back without her blues

Well there's something about that ocean
that's got a romantic feeling
When you're standing by the shore
A little more time, a lot more healing
Maybe she'll love me once more

Jenny come back from California.
A little lighter when she steps.
Jenny come back from California
Full of life with no regrets

Never knew what she saw in San Francisco
Maybe moonlight by the sea
It can fall off in the water
Just as long as she comes back to me.

Jenny come back from California
With a brand new diamond ring
Jenny come back from California
She gathered up the rest of her things.

Jenny went back to California.

She skips me like a rock,
Rolls me like thunder,
Knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
She’s the pitch that I can’t hit,
She’s the joke that I don’t get,
She’s crazy and that’s alright by me.

Chase it like a white line
Running out of road
Sometimes she wants the man that I can’t be
I m a fool out counting the stars
Another poet in the bars
I’m Crazy and that’s Alright with me

CHORUS
It’s alright, she steps all over me.
Give me some time and I will make her see
That we’re crazy and that’s alright with me

Summer on the coast
A money game of pool
Proof that sometimes 1 and 1 is 3
We’re a 4th of July parade
Though we don’t know we’ve got it made
We’re crazy and that’s alright with me.

CHORUS x2

Yeah don't you know I'm headed South
I've got two things on my mind
Yeah don't you know I'm headed Southbound
I've got two things on my mind
I need some of that juicy barbeque
and some of the sweet blackberry wine

When I get back to Louisiannie
Lord I think I just might stay
Yeah when I get back to Louisiannie
Lord I think I just might stay
Cause I always get so lonesome
Every time I get away

So you know I'm headed South
I've got two things on my mind
Don't you know I'm headed South
I've got two things on my mind
I need some of the juicy barbeque
And I need some of that sweet blackberry wine

I'm gonna cross that Pontchartrain
On a train, in the rain
Yeah I wanna cross that Pontchartrain
On a train, in the rain
Ain't nothin' more beautiful sweet darlin'
Than that Poncha Tray in the rain

Yeah don't you know I'm headed South
I've got two things on my mind
Yeah don't you know I'm headed Southbound
I've got two things on my mind
I need some of that juicy barbeque
And some of that sweet blackberry wine

I wanna get back to Baton Rouge
Before Winter comes again
I wanna get back to Baton Rouge
Before Winter comes again
I wanna walk down by that river
And cross that muddy river now and then

Yeah don't you know I'm headed South
I've got two things on my mind
Yeah don't you know I'm headed Southbound
I've got two things on my mind
I need some of that juicy barbeque
and some of that sweet blackberry wine

Today the sun refused to shine
The outside door was closed
I started to think it was in my mind
But it's your leavin I suppose

On the front porch I light a cigarette
Watchin the fire reach for its dying breath
Irony is a funny thing
For that there's no need to explain

Chorus
Woman set me free
Come down put your love on me
Come back to me one more time
And leave you leavin far behind

Smooth little slide solo

I've lost my mind I'm convinced
The day you left and I ain't seen it since
At least I've still got the use my eyes
To see the truth between your lies Chorus 2X

Another nice slide solo on the way out the door

[No lyrics]

Sweet Teresa lay your eyes upon my face
Oh Sweet Teresa lay your hands upon my skin
Why don't you open up your love door Sweet Teresa let me in
Sweet Teresa you brighten up my darkest day
My Sweet Teresa you chase my thunder clouds away
You shelter me from lightning, my blue skies are turned to grey

Well I never known a road so long lead right to your door
Never I known a love like this, not a love like yours
I can't release ya, Sweet Teresa
Baby I'm coming home

Sweet Teresa every star it burns for you
My Sweet Teresa if I could I'd buy the moon
But I'm the richest man I know when I'm standing next to you

You can keep your diamonds you can keep your pearls
Just keep your precious jewelry all I want's my girl
I can't release ya Sweet Teresa
I can't release ya my Sweet Teresa
Baby I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home home home

[No lyrics]

If I knew where I was going I'd might already be there
But I don't know where I've been...
Every town seem to look the same...another year has came and went.
Runnin' from yesterday, lookin' for tomorrow,
Let today just pass me by.
Searchin' for the answers, open for suggestions...
Still the questions cloud my mind...

Cause every winter it gets colder,
and every summer seems so long,
and every road it goes on forever
when you're out there on your own.

I met a driftin' woman.
She was lookin' for the answers
and all she had was alibis.
Well that driftin' woman, I could never trust her...
She had a pocket full of lies.
So one night I left her in total darkness
In a hotel room in Tulsa.
Hey, driftin' woman, where ever you're driftin' now,
I hope you find what you're searchin' for...

Cause every winter it gets colder,
And every summer seems so long,
And every road it goes on forever
When you're out there on your own.

I may not find the end to this road I'm takin'.
I might not find my pot of gold.
But there's always another day, there's always another bend,
Another story to be told...

Cause every winter it gets colder,
Band every summer seems so long,
And every road it goes on forever
When you're out there on your own.
Cause every winter it gets colder (it gets colder),
And every summer seems so long (it seems way too long),
And every road it goes on forever (it goes on forever)
When you're out there on your own

Got drunk by myself last night
And they say that's no way to make things right
I just didn't have anything better to do
The dog was asleep on the living room rug
And I watched a show about a crime of drugs
Punished a bottle of bourbon until it was through
I don't care that I can't sleep
I'd just as soon stay up all week
Might get some things done while others dream
The heater broke and the room got cold
And my knees and ankles say I'm getting older
The phone finally rang but it wasn't for me

Chorus:

If everyone should be together
I guess no one would be alone
That's a lot of tradeoffs in the end
Somewhere in the fields of heaven
Proud Souls laugh and love together
Some where between passion and losing friends

Sleep finally came but I woke up alone
And my head was next to the telephone
A gave the sun a cussing as I drew the shade
One thing that seems always true
When I'm hung over the sky is blue
A rough night for me makes a hell of a day

I believe in ghost and democracy
And that each man should leave his legacy
That mans work great or be it small
But I don't believe in everything
Like the designated hitter, or that diamond rings
Can make love last for ever for one and all

Chorus:

(Repeat) Somewhere between passion and losing friends