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Night Patrol. By Robert Cray. . See him huddled in the shadows, sleepin' on his cardboard bed. Usin' rags for a pillow, where he lays his unwashed head. His blankets old newspapers, they're not
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Won't you sit down. Talk to me. And tell me. What's on your mind. I'll lend a listening ear. Some sympathy. And a word or two. Of kindness. Won't you sit down. Talk to me. You'll find a whol
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Have I told you lately that I love you?. Well, if I didn't darling, I'm sorry. Did I reach out and hold you in my loving arms. Oh, when you needed me?. . Now I realize that you need love too. An
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I was born in the back seat. Of a travellin' hurricane. I came up in the back streets. The city with no name. I was raised on trouble. Rock when I should roll. I never could control it. And I c
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You know it doesn't really matter. That I always seem to forget. Where I put my keys, my hat and my coat. We're searching for your sun glasses. And you've lost the remote Did you forget the heat.
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Don't touch me, baby, no. Just leave me alone. Because the way you treat me, baby. You know that's wrong. . I'm leavin' you, baby. Gonna hit that highway. Back home. . When I took you off the
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It's my own problem. That I have to face. Right here, all by myself. . It's my own fault, yes it is. I'm so ashamed. Can't blame it on no one else. . She was once my everything. I sit here al
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You can give me an hour alone in a bank. Pay all my tickets, wipe the slate blank. You could buy me a car, fill up the tank. Tell me a boat full of lawyers just sank. But it ain't nothin' but a wo
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I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm new in Chicago. Got no one else to call. . Been walkin' all day. For old
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I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone. I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone. I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah. And I'm s
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It's Wednesday night, my woman's out. Once again I'm home alone. Lately, every Wednesday night. She's late getting home. . She phones from work at quittin' time. Says the boss asked her to stay.
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It's Wednesday night, my woman's out. Once again I'm home alone. Lately, every Wednesday night. She's late getting home. . She phones from work at quittin' time. Says the boss asked her to stay.
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You used me. To get ya anything you wanted. Oh. But I'm a changed man. It's your other friend that gets ya what you want now. . If I go through those same things again. I'll be worse off than I
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Arrested on charges of unemployment. He was sitting in the witness stand. The judge's wife called up the district attorney. Said you free that brown eyed man. You want your job you better free tha