Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

He was here to do some business
With the big iron on his hip

 

'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tanned,
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow,
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how,
Sure ain't a-fixing to start in now
Oh, yippie yi yo kayah, yippie yi yo kayah.

 

I rode from the west Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico

 

In a distant time,
And far away place,
The planet New Texas floats deep in space.
Sky of three suns,
Land of precious ore,
The Kerium brought outlaws by the score.

 

The stars are bright
Deep in the heart of Texas

 

I dreamed I saw eleven stars,
The sun, the moon and sky,
Bowing down before my star,
It made me wonder why,
Could it be that I was born,
For higher things than you?
A post in someone's government,
A ministry or two?

 

I'm a star in New York
I'm a star in LA

 

Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today,
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes,
They are longing to stray,
Right through the very heart of it,
New York, New York.

 

New York New York
It's a hell of a town
The Bronx is up
And the Battery's down

 

Every town,
Has its taxes too,
And the taxes is due,
Do do-do do do.

 

The taxi's waitin'
He's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

 

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall,
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird,
Is popping out to say "cuckoo",
Cuckoo, cuckoo,

Regretfully they tell us,
But firmly they compel us,
To say goodbye,
To you.

 

Morning in Paris, the city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame.

 

Oranges and lemons. Say the bells of St. Clements,
I owe you five farthings. Say the bells of St. Martins,
When will you pay me? Say the bells at Old Bailey.

 

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city.

 

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

 

It's a jolly holiday with Mary

 

We're all going on a summer holiday
No more working for a week or two.
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday,
No more worries for me or you,
For a week or two.

We're going where the sun shines brightly
We're going where the sea is blue.
We've all seen it on the movies,
Now let's see if it's true.

Everybody has a summer holiday
Doin' things they always wanted to
So we're going on a summer holiday,
To make our dreams come true
For me and you.
For me and you.

 

Well there ain't no telling
What I'm a-gonna do
Cuz there ain't no cure
For the summer time blues

 

High winds in the northern sky will carry you away,
You know you have to leave here but you wish that you could stay,
There's four directions on this map but you're only going one way,

Due South, that's the way I'm going,
Due South,
Saddle up my travelling shoes, I'm bound to walk away these blues,
Due South.

 

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may

 

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

 

With tuppence for paper & string,
You can 'ave your own set of wings,
You can float on the breeze,
Over 'ouses & trees,
With your fist holding tight,
To the string of your kite.

 

Paperback writer
I want to be a paperback writer

 

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell.