(Bachman-Cummings-Kale-Peterson) Woke up late this morning Found out my people gone away from me (Nobody anywhere I looked) Woke up late one morning Found
thirty little tries Yeah, that's the american way This is the american way Yeah, this is the american way All the players have been played and played and played They love the american
a fifth on decoration day For the doctor that fixed my arm The federales back from Tuscon Each one got an arm gone Limehouse Pratt got dim inside can
Translation: Blues Traveler. American Way.
Translation: Guess Who. Humpty's Blues/american Woman (Epilogue).
bet I'd move out over a little, Farther down the line, Far from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay, And I'd let that lonesome whistle, Blow my Blues
a tidal wave, head for the hills and pray that we survive Your hands are red, Your lies are white My tongue is tied Another classic case of the American blues
a fifth on decoration day For the doctor that fixed my arm The federales back from Tuscon Each one got an arm gone Limehouse Pratt got dim inside
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G-g-get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy Blue Magic
, how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothing but blue skies, nothing but blue skies Nothing but blue skies, from now on From now on, blue skies
How many Americans do we have in here tonight? In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer
headed straight on relief Oh, I got the Eisenhower Blues Thinking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do? Oh, Eisenhower Blues I got the Eisenhower Blues
a bitter cup For the saddest of all men Blue moon You saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon You know
I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I
I sat up all morning and I waited for you With my blue and grey shirt on Yeah I thought that's my lucky one I'll sit and face the road now I don't have
of the guilt and freedom Of somewhere younger than America Bordering what we can hope And from the first edition Of East of Eden You find a version of America
banged up black and blue Let me find out what happened to you Wakin' up banged up black and blue Banged up black and blue Banged up black and blue
Like a thief in the night Wo, jet, jet, jet, jet boy blue Jet boy blue, jet boy blue Jet boy blue, jet boy blue Jet boy blue, jet boy blue, jet boy blue