Texty:
Jackson Browne The Very Best Of Jackson Browne

(Jackson Browne & Glenn Frey) Well I'm a-running down the road trying to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two

Well I've been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days- These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do

The words had all been spoken And somehow the feeling still wasn't right And still we continued on through the night Tracing our steps from the beginning

Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering

I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls

(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and

Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell Hiding from the children so they would not tell We would

Down on the boulevard they take it hard They look at life with such disregard They say it can't be won The way the game is run But if you choose to stay

(Jorge Calderon & Jackson Browne) Papa hit him, Mama kissed him Made him go to Catechism With the sisters in their black and white And all the time