ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they were sad and tight His little
You?d better get to living, Givin? Don?t forget to throw in a little forgiving? And lovin? on the way. You?d better get knowing, showing A little bit
of advice. Chorus: You better get to livin', givin' Don't forget to throw in a little forgivin' And lovin' on the way You better get to knowin', showin' A little
love is on the line My love is on the line My love is on the line A little late for all the things you didn't say I'm not sad for you But I'm sad for
' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males That?s why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad It?s sad
your memory, a little bell might ring 'Bout a time that once existed when money wasn't king If you stretch your imagination, I'll tell you all a tale
that's running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind. When I'm sad,
Moving on to the next installment (In) Case the bar room jury dies of boredom The vultures are waiting For the next meal of the day Another tale that's sad
I'd rather go and blow her fuse Right on, right off Right off, right on Right on, right off Right on, right off Let me tell you a little tale of naught
what makes me sad and still And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill Run in your ponies closer and I'll tell to you my tale Of Utah
me" I gave it all I had, still it turned out bad Little games of cat and mouse And simply playing house, ain't that sad? Pitty all the puzzle, didn'
bottom of the river And me in a local jail Build a boat out of wood and memories Watch it slip through the night We sailed our sad little vessel
That's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about... Riding with the wind. When I'm sad she
to her slowly It was a sad smile, just the same And she said, "How are you, Harry?" I said, "How are you, Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little
through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she
your memory a little bell might ring About a time that once existed when money wasn't king If you stretch your imagination I'll tell you all a tale About
