Johnny Blakely robbed the bank way down in El Paso
He got thirty four dollars and a sack of green stamps I know
He didn't tell nobody but his little red-headed girl friend
She turned him in again and again
And now he's four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad kind of mad
Mildred wadn't pretty but she had a good looking man
One night she introduced him to her best girl friend named Dan
Yeah they borrowed Mildred's car and they went down to Mexico
Got married I know Mildred told me so
And now she's four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad kind of mad
One day I let a stranger take a look at my huntin' gun
He said it sure were shiny and he wished that he had one
Well he turned round and pointed my gun straight at me and then
Said stick 'em up friend I never saw him again
And now I'm four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad yeah I'm kind of mad
Hello young fella my name is Fred Freud
I hear you suffer neurotic afflictions,
you act like a boy but you're really a man
could your mama have caused these conditions?
No kisses are poses can cure your neurosis or
set a new time on your clock,
have a few drinks tonight
go start a fight you just need a shot
of some Bach!
Hello young lady my name is Fred Freud
I hear you suffer from neurvous connipcions,
I come in your life to brighten your days
to write you a sterling prescription.
Your mind is all boozy
constricted and boozy
the pounding you hear is your own heart!
Go buy a red sweater the more you feel beter
you just need a shot of Mozart!
Hello young crazy my name is Fred Freud
you say you suffer a serial syndrome,
but only kills snakes that nests in your mind
that look like your father and ...
Lady you know in the black down below
goes by the name of Miss Pinsky,
thinks she's queen of the block
but she only play rock
what you need is a shot of Stravinsky!
Hey that ain't Stravinsky!
Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, her sister's misery
Friday's child, her daddy they call hard times
Friday's child, that's me
Friday's child, born a little ugly
Friday's child, good looks passed her by...oh
Friday's child, makes something look like nothing
Friday's child, am I...ya
Friday's child, never climbed no mountain
Friday's child, she ain't even gonna try...oh
Friday's child, whom they'll forgot to bury
Friday's child, am I
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be
I saw her standing by the river
Gypsy guitar in her hand
She sang a song that would haunt me
Again, again and again
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be
I felt the fire in his red skin
As we lay down in the sand
And we made love by the blood moon
Again, again and again
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be
When I awoke he had left me
His arrows lay in the sand
I'll pray he'll come back and take me
Again, again and again
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be
Repeat chorus
Loneliness is all I understand
Happiness is in another land
Tenderness is what I felt today
When you touched my lonely hands
And today was a day like I've never known before
And your touch made me feel alone no more.
When you touched my hands, you touched my hands
My lonely hands
And today was a day like I've never known before
And your touch made me feel alone no more
When you touched my hands, you touched my hands
My lonely hands
