Buddy can you spare a dime
For a little glass of wine
Buddy don't you pity me
Just one drink then I'll be
In a world all my own
The only place I call home
Where no hurt can get to me
And no one but me can see
Pretty flowers dance and sing
Laughter is a common thing
Where no hate has ever been
'Cause I won't let it in
By the warm purple flame
Every little grape calls my name
As it climbs on the fire
And makes the fire burn higher
Higher than it's ever been
Time and space mean nothing then
I fall about a mile or two
So pardon me if I ask you
Buddy can you spare a dime
For a little glass of wine
Five more miles to Folsom.
This train can't move too slow.
Ninety-nine years at Folsom.
Then they'll let me go.
Shot a man in Dallas.
He made a fool of me.
Thought they never catched me.
How wrong can one guy be.
Five more miles to Folsom.
This train can' t move too slow.
Ninety-nine years at Folsom.
Then they'll let me go.
Let my love at the station.
Cryin' in the rain.
Broke her heart at the station.
'Cause I couldn't explain.
Five more miles to Folsom.
This train can' t move too slow.
Ninety-nine years at Folsom.
Then they'll let me go.
Sit and stare out my window.
At someone else's moon.
And ask why was I born.
Ninety-nine years too soon.
Standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for a Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride
Gonna go as far as 14 dollars will take a fool like me
Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie
Marie
I'm standing on the corner feeling raindrops raise tears down my face
Try and losers tears and knowing that I never should have run the race
Never should have let her built a house of love, it's falling in on me
Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie
Marie
I'm standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for the Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
A Stooges tie would be fine
and if it’s signed by Curly Joe
but I got something else hells in mind
I though you like to know
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
Yahoo’s talk would be grant
And the dip of dance sublime
but stock goes up stock goes down
I got an angel fire
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.G. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
If my hair grows green it just will do
If you have a key or two
Wrap it up don’t be late
The party starts tonight at eight
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
The hurt I hurt is nothing like the hurts I've hurt before
The things I feel do not feel like things I've felt before
And the loneliness and the emptiness and the hopelessless are fine
Because sometimes my cloudy brain remembers for one moment you were mine
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The pain that pains is not the pain that's pained my heart before
The tears I tear are not the tears my eyes have teared before
And the loneliness and the helplessness and the uselessness are fine
Because some times my cloudy brain remembers for one moment you were mine
