Wild Child.

I know one day I'll be downright old,
But that don't mean I'll stop being a child,
Got a young heart, and an even younger soul,
That's running 'round and going wild,

I know one day I'll die,
But Imma focus on livin',
I'll spread my wings and I'll fly,
Until this heart of mine heart stops beatin'

I've been kicking up a storm,
From the day I was born,
I've been breaking hell loose,
Ain't never set to rest my shoes,
This here life's riled,
So this here child's wild,
Wild child,

Ain't never and will never have a clue,
Of what it is that you gotta do,
Ain't never done what I'm supposed to,
Do as I please, oh yeah, it feels so good,

And they just keep making up new rules,
I guess they're for me to break,
I ain't the kind of man to suffer fools,
Nor the kind to lower the stakes,

I've been kicking up a storm,

From the day I was born,

I've been breaking hell loose,

Ain't never set to rest my shoes,

This here world's riled,

So this here child's wild,

Wild child,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

Over you.

You got me bawling like a baby,
You got me bawling like a baby,
Girl don't you know you got this poor old heart o' mine,
Bouncing of the walls and beating outta time,

Girl you got me hurting and blue,
Girl you got me hurting and blue,
Try not to think of you but that's all I ever do,
You got me so low down, Oh you ain't got a clue,

Why, oh , why you gotta be like that,
Can't you see you got me hurting real bad,
Why, oh, why you gotta act like that
Oh darling you got me going mad,
Over you, over you, over you, over you,

You got my head going crazy,
You got my head going crazy,
But, oh, lord if I could choose, I wouldn't have you turn me loose,
'Cause without you babe I'd die, I ain't gonna lie,

You got me atossin' and aturnin',
You got me atossin' and aturnin',
Oh my, to God I pray, I can quit you one day,
And though I may very well do so, I know I'll still be hung up on you tomorrow,

Why, oh, why you gotta be like that,

Babe, can't you see you got me hurting real bad,

Why, oh, why you gotta act like that,

Oh darling don't you know you got me going mad,

Over you, over you, over you, over you,

Oh, yeah, you got me going mad over you,
Oh yeah, and there's nothing I can do,
And I can't give you up, though, though I want to,
Oh, babe you got me going mad over you.

ARealRock'N'Rolla

Walkin' to New Orleans

A masterpice by the genius Fats Domino, it's hard to find a city with more soul than New Orleans, I'd love to live there some day. New Orleans muse to some of the greatest artists in history, I haven't seen you yet, and I love you.
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Wish it all away

Glued to your tv set,
Nailed down to your bed,
When it's cold outside,
It's better to stay in instead,

When all the colours seem a bit gray,
And your soul you feel has gone astray,
You wish you could,
Wish it all away,
You wish you ,
Could wish it all away,

How could she say to me,
All things in life'll cost you,
Even love ain't free,
That's one bill you ain't never,
Gonna scape, you'll see,

When all the colours seem a bit gray,

And your soul you feel has gone astray,

You wish you could,

Wish it all away,

You wish you ,

Could wish it all away,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

A Place To Hang My Hat On

Got no place to call a home,
I just stumble by,
Like a rolling stone,

Looking for a different sun,
Looking for these skies to change,
Long for everyday to be new and strange,

It just ain't in my make-up,
To set to rest my boots,
I begin to feel an itch in my feet,
Whenever I start to grow roots,
But it's starting to get a bit old,
It's taking a toll on my tired soul,
Think it's time to get me a place of my own,
A place to hang my hat on,

It looks like I'm never done roaming,
When it starts dawning,
My boots start walking,

The road up ahead is long,
Got my guitar strapped to my back,
To get me along,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

Maybe one day I'll settle down,
But lord I hope,
It ain't when I'm six feet underground,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

It Hangs On You.

A young man from warwickshire,
Got it right,
Yeah he had it right all along,
To be or not to be is the question,
You gotta answer 'fore you die,
Hope you don't get it wrong,
'Cause on it, everything rests,
What does the future hold,
You gotta wait for it to unfold,

Hopefully in time,
You'll see,
Before the bells of fate chime,
That it's not what you see,
Instead what you feel,
That's real.

Zimmerman, did understand,
Where it all was,
Just blowing in the wind,
The harder you look,
The more it eludes you,
The more you feel it forsook you,

But you can't search,
For it,
The closer to the verge,
Of finding it you get,
The further away,
It will run from you,

Maybe one day you'll get the chance,
To have a glance,
Of it all,
Maybe you'll get loss,
Maybe you won't get across,
To the other shore,

To be or not to be,
The answer's blowing in the wind,
It hangs on you,
It ain't some muse's whim,
You're the sole ruler of your fate,
Your mistakes are yours to make,
It hangs on you,
Oh, yeah, it hangs on you.

ARealRock'N'Rolla