Roy Buchanan
dalszövegek/lyrics

 

The Messiah Will Come Again

Just a smile, just a glance
The Prince of Darkness
He just walked past
There's been a lot of people
And they've had a lot to say
But this time, I'm gonna tell it my way

There was a town,
There was a strange little town, they called "The World"
It was a lonely, lonely little town
'Til one day a stranger appeared
And their hearts rejoiced, and the sad little town was happy again
But there were some that doubted; they disbelieved, so they (mocked/marked) him
And that stranger, he went away
Now the sad little town that was sad yesterday
It's a lot sadder today

I walked in a lot of places I never should've been
But I know that the Messiah, he will come again


I Am A Lonesome Fugitive

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
Down every road there's always one more city
And I'm on the run the highway is my home

I raised a lot of cain back in my younger days
My mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
It's outrun the law or spend my life in jail

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
Down every road there's always one more city
And I'm on the run the highway is my home

I'd like to take you with me but can't afford the luxury
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
You'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rollin' stone
Down every road there's always one more city
And I'm on the run the highway is my home
I'm on the run the highway is my home


Haunted House

I just moved in my new house today
Moving was hard but I got squared away
When bells starting rings and chains rattled loud
I knew I'd moved in a haunted house
Still I made up my mind to stay
Nothing was a-gonna drive me away
When I seen something that give me the creeps
Had one big eye and two big feet
I stood right there and I did the freeze
It did the stroll right up to me
Made a noise with its feet that sounded like a drum
Said "You gonna be here when the morning comes?"
"Say yes, I'll be here when the morning comes
I'll be right here, I ain't gonna run
I bought this house, now I am boss
Ain't no haint's gonna run me off"

In my kitchen my stove was a blazing hot
Coffee was a-boiling in the pot
Grease had melted in my hand (pan?)
I had a hunk of meat in my hand
From out of space there sat a man
On the hot stove with the pots and pans
"Say that's hot" I began to shout
He drank the hot coffee right from the spout
He ate the raw meat right from my hand
Drank the hot grease from the frying pan
And said to me "You better run and don't be here
When the morning comes"
Say yes I'll be here when the morning comes
I'll be right here now, I ain't gonna run
I bought this house now I am boss
Ain't no haint's gonna run me off.


Treat Her Right

I'm wanna tell you a story
That every man oughta know
If you want some good lovin'
You gotta start real slow
She won't love you tonight, now mama
If you don't treat her right

Got to squeeze her real gentle
Got to make her feel good
Now show her that you love her
Like you know you should
She's gonna love you tonight, now man
You gotta treat her right

Hey! Hey! Hey!

If you practice my method
Just as hard as you can
Finally get some good lovin', like a natural man
She's gonna love you tonight, now boy
You gotta treat her right

Hey! Hey! Hey!


That's What I'm There For

Well I've been around a long time
You might have heard my name
I'm proud to show what I know is mine
But I'm really not lookin' for fame

That's not what I'm here for
That's not what I'm here for

Well, I'm tryin' so hard to tell you
To make you understand
But I just can't put it all in words
I need music to lend me a hand

That's what I am here for
That's what I am here for

Sometimes I feel like a boy/buoy in the river
And sometimes a valley stream
I got to release what I feel inside
And get closer to my dream

That's what I am here for
That's what I'm here for


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