Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high All these things that don't change come what may But my good times are all gone and I'm bound
Refrain: Four strong winds that blow long Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change Come what may Well, our good times are all gone
You think you own whatever land you land on The earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I long to be in the warm halls of your love and mine To feel you all around me To take your hand and walk
Verse One: MJG Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P. Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these Way out of touch with all them bustas
I spend too much time raiding windmills We go side by side laughing until it?s right There?s something that you won?t show Waiting where the light goes
It seems like yesterday But it was long ago Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio playing low And the secrets
She's no good at being phony She never tells a good lie She knows just when to let me be She always knows when I'm too high She's never out in front of
Words and music by bob seger Wally's getting' anxious thinkin' 'bout tonight Bruce is all spiffy lookin' wicked lookin' right Eddie's getting' spruced
Well the big train keeps on rolling Rolling on down the track And the way she's moving buddy I don't believe she's a-coming back The fireman's smoking
Headin' in or headin' out Standing on the shore Pause a moment to reflect Which trip costs you more Between the ever restless crowds And the silence
Well, it's shinin' brightly It's lookin' pretty right From the early morning Till real real late at night It's lookin'pretty good today The dark clouds
I saw an orange robe burning I saw a youth on fire I saw metal machines that were turning On a generation that hadn't yet tired I heard of two generations
People think I'm crazy, I'm always on the run That's the way I like it baby, I'm your seventh son I don't want no promises, they're broken in the end
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Wherever the wind blows You will find me there Standing exactly where I wanna be I hear a voice in the autumn breeze Telling me that I need to leave
Hearts of fire Streets of stone Modern warriors Saddle iron horses of chrome Taste the wild, lick the wind Like something they never saw before Their
How many roads must a man walk down, before you will call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail before she rests in the sand ? And how many