Serenade In Blue
Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.
Pancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel.
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes.
All the Federales say they could have had h
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.
Pancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel.
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes.
All the Federales say they could have had h
Sunday Kind of Love
I want a Sunday Kind of Love.
A love to last, past Saturday night.
I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight.
I want a Sunday Kind of Love.
And I want a, a love that's on the square.
Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care.
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.
I need a Sunday kind of love.
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming.
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way.
And my arms need someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have
and to hold.
I want a Sunday kind of love.