Owl Morrison Lyrics

MOVIN'


Owl Morrison ©1985

The rumble of the train
It makes me want to travel on again
To go another place
Where no one knows my face
The rumble of the train

Just standing on the street
And feeling like this town has got me beat
I hear the train come through
I know what I must do
To heal my itchin feet

I get tired of day to day existence
With the same old things to do
Nothing can satisfy me for long
I'm always longing for something new
People may call me irresponsible, drifter or refugee
But traveling keeps me movin on, there's always somebody different to be
The rumble of the train
It echoes like a chant inside my brain

I feel that inner glow
I know it's time to go
The rumble of the train
The rumble of the train


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GUMBALL


Owl Morrison ©2000

Thanks for the gumball, I didn't mean to get small
My mind went far away coz it was only yesterday
But it was twenty years ago and I'm feeling kinda slow
Because the passages of time keep making circles in my mind
Here I go
There I go again
Here I go
There I go again, friend.

Thanks for the postcard, I lost it in the backyard
It's dancing with the wind and I felt a bit chagrined
Because I really had been groovin on the time when me and you
Could look each other eye to eye, that time has long gone by
Remembering is fine but I hope you will be kind
Because the passages of time keep making circles in my mind
Here I go
There I go again
Here I go
There I go again, friend

Thanks for the token, I'm really mighty broke and
I just gotta catch that train ya know I'm riding with some pain

It's got a bitter bite, keeps me up late at night
But there's joy over my shoulder guess that happens when you're older
Remembering is fine, but I hope you will be kind
Because the passages of time keep making circles in my mind
Here I go
There I go again
Here I go
There I go again, friend

Thanks for the gumball Mickey

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CAPITAL T

©1998 Owl morrison

Truth should not be written with a capital t
Because what is true for you may be ridiculous to me
What is true for me may be impossible to you
But tell me does it really matter if it gets you through
Those long cold nights when you're all alone
Nobody's knocking on the door nobody's answering the phone
You know they say the truth is gonna set you free
But truth should not be written not be written not be written with a capital t
Oh no

Justice is a notion it's a high ideal
But it's got more to do with circumstance and how somebody feels
About your race or your gender your haircut or your clothes
They're called the powers that be not the powers that know
Because I know when I am doing what I know to be right
I am usually makin' some big boys uptight
You know they say that justice is always blind
But she's carrying a pistol and she's aiming for your mi-yi-yi-yind
Uh huh

I want a jury of my peers
But would you find them if you looked for a hundred years
They are living on the streets they're sleeping in your cars
They are living for their dreams they are reaching for the stars
If you insist on being my judge
I really must inform you I will not budge
Coz I tried on your shoes they just don't fit
So I'm paying my dues and I just won't quit
But I will give you human respect
I believe that is the least that anyone should expect
If you don't find it in your heart to give it back to me
Then I think that you are hung up you are hung up you are hung up
On a capital t

I am not saying there is no such thing as wrong
But I believe us human beings have got to try to get along
Tolerance should really be a holy virtue
If everyone were tolerant imagine the hurt you would not have to bear
Anymore

Truth should not be written with a capital t
Because what is true for you may seem impossible to me
What is true for me may be ridiculous to you
Tell me does it really matter if it gets you through
Those long cold nights when you're all alone
Nobody's knocking on the door nobody's answering the phone
You know they say the truth is gonna set you free
But truth should not be written not be written not be written with a capital t


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INDIANA JONES

©1994 Owl Morrison

Missus and Mister Nightengale Jones
Went lookin for a baggie down by the Hoosierdome
They were going to a concert to hear the Rolling Stones
And they had an itchy notion to spark up a few bones
Because such is the nature of the family Jones

So the Jones' went to visit their Uncle Nicky
He was usually holding something green and sticky
But Nicky was convinced there was a tap on the phone
So he frantically lit every bit of the stash that he's grown
Because such is the nature of a paranoid Jones

So they drove on to the speedway to look for Brother Bud
But Bud was playing hooky out a rollin in the mud
Sister Shake was awake but her mind was blown
When she found that a pound sprouted legs and walked off on it's own
Because such is the nature of an extraordinary Jones

Well the Stones would soon be playing and they had to find a bag
So they parked behind the Monument and shuffled along the main drag
When who should they see but their sweet baby Patty
Hoppin down the cobblestones with seven big fatties
Coz such is the fortune of the family Jones

So the Indiana Jonesers learned a lesson on that day
You do not need a bag in hand to make things go your way
Their prayers were answered when Patty's fatties were blown 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
And they thanked her very kindly and floated off to hear the Stones
And thus is the story of the Indiana Jones


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