Pulled Over The Car
I played the blues in Chicago, boy I ran home in Santa Fe
I played guitar for many men, signed a deal or two
And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues
I got hot chicks down in Texas, no work in Alabam'
Snowed in out on Belibor you were always in a jam
Worked carnivals down in Georgia, night clubs attitude
And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues
Well the manager's got no money, the bookers had no jobs
The record man he fell asleep, he says I look like a slob
The bus breaks down and the motel's bad
Circus Lights
come on and spend the night
under the circus lights
wanna see you high above the ground.
you know i've swallowed fire
i've fallen off the wire
too many times before
and you're asking me
to show you more love
more life more heat
you're asking me
shaking, burning,
to show you more
more life more heat
you ask and
we can't say what comes
when these circus lights go out
i'll be the tattooed man
you can be the acrobat
i'll try to catch you when you fall
we'll be together then
like a pair of saimese twins
entwined against the floor
tell me what more could you ask for
more more life more heat
you're asking me
shaking burning
to show you more
more life more heat
you ask and
we can't say what comes
when these circus lights go out.
when these circus lights go...
when these circus lights go out
are you innocent no one's innocent
still like to hear the big crowd roar
when I see that light
everybody dressed in white
will you be there by the door
will show me what I'm looking for
more life more heat i'm askin please
shaking burning, show more love
more life more heat
you ask and we can't say what comes
when these circus lights go out
when these circus lights go...
i slid away, what's going on
i slid away, what's going on
i slid away, what's going on
i slid away, what's going on