I just want to talk to you
I won’t uh, do you no harm
I just want to know about your diff’rent lives
On this is here people farm
I heard some of you got your families
Living in cages tall and cold
And some just stay there and dust away
Past the age of old.
[Announcer:] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station EXP.
Tonight we are featuring an interview
with a very peculiar looking gentleman
who goes by the name of Mr. Paul
Corusoe on the dodgy subject of are
there or are there not flying saucers
or UFOs?
There’s a red house over yonder, that’s where my baby stays.
There’s a red house over yonder, baby, that’s where my baby stays.
Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby in about ninety nine and one half days,
’bout time I see her.
Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bun
He used to sing for his supper, baby
Yes he used to sing for his dinner, babe
He used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me he ain’t sang a tune all day
Oh, remember the blue-birds and the honey bees,
They used to sing for the sunshine
Yes they used to sing for the honey, baby
They used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me they ain’t sang a tune all day
Hey pretty baby, come on back to me
Make every body as happy as can be
So baby, if you’ll please come home again
You know I’ll kiss you for my supper, yeah
You know I’ll kiss you for my dinner, baby now
But uh, if you don’t come back you know I’ll have to starve to death
‘Cus I ain’t had one kiss all day now, ah babe
Please remember
You’ve got to remember
You’ve got to remember our love
Come on back, baby, come on back in my arms,
I’ll make everything that better
Come on, baby, hurry up now
Can you hear me calling you back again now?
Yeah, his guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin’ hair just a blowin’ in the wind
Ain’t seen a bed in so long it’s a sin
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see
But everybody knows the boss
A rolling stone who gathers no moss
But you’d probably call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile, yeah
Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
They tell me it kinda hurt him bad
Kinda made him feel pretty sad
I couldn’t say what went through his mind
Anyway, he left the world behind
But everybody knows the same old story,
In love and war you can’t lose in glory
Now you’d probably call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile
Walk on brother, yeah
One more brother
His old guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin’ hair just a blowin’ in the wind
Ain’t seen a bed in so long it’s a sin
Now you may call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile
Walk on brother
Don’t let no one stop you
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
Go on down the highway
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
A fifty years they’ve been married
And they can’t wait for their fifty first to roll around
Yeah, roll around
A thirty years they’ve been married
And now they’re old and happy and they settle down
Settle down yeah!
Twenty years they’ve been married
And they did everything that could be done
You know their havin’ fun
And then you come along and talk about
So you say you wanna be married
I’m gonna change your mind
Oh got to change
That was the good side baby
Here comes the bad side
Ten years they’ve been married
And a thousand kids run around hungry
Cause ther mother’s a louse
Daddy’s down at the wihiskey house
That ain’t all
For thirty years they’ve been married
They don’t get along so good
They’re tired of each other, you know how that goes
She got another lover
Huh same old thing
So now you’re seventeen
Running around hanging out, and a havin’ your fun
Life for you has just begun, baby
And then you come saying
So you, you say you wanna get married
Oh baby trying to put me on a chain
Aint that some shame
You must be losing your, sweet little mind
I ain’t ready yet, baby, I ain’t ready
I’m gonna change your mind
Oooh look out baby
Oh
I ain’t ready
I ain’t ready
I ain’t ready
Let me live
Let me live
Let me live a little longer
Everyday in the week I’m in a different city
If I stay too long people try to pull me down
They talk about me like a dog
Talkin’ about the clothes I wear
But they don’t realize they’re the ones who’s square
Hey!
If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We’ll hold hands and then we’ll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won’t let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You’re made out of gold and, eh, can’t be sold
So, are you experienced?
