Listen
to the thunder rollin.
Listen
to that Beale Street
Listen
to the River overflowin.
And
listen to me wonder where you are.
I'd
give my right eye if I could see you.
I'd
give the world to have you around.
I'd
give my right arm just to hold you,
And
my low down life to be on higher ground.
Watch
a monkey romance a football.
Watch
an old dog runnin in his dreams.
Watch
me try to figure out what happened,
And
change horses in the middle of extremes.
I'd
give my right now just to be then,
And
everything if nothin had gone wrong.
I'd
give my right away to see you later,
And
my right here to have been there all along.
Feel
a prayer bounce off of the ceilin.
Feel
forgettin somethin once well known.
Feel
a hobo's heart on Christmas mornin,
And
feel me plannin how to carry on.
I'd
give my right leg if I could stand it,
Give
up the ghost for somethin to live for.
I'd
give my right mind not to lose it,
And
my best shot not to miss you any more.
Lesser
love is kind of like a freight train:
The
first few miles the most excitin part.
Sends
a certain satisfaction screamin through my brain,
But
it don't do nothin for my heart.
Excitin
me, shakin me, but it ain't takin me home.
Listen
to the thunder rollin.
Listen
to that Beale Street
Listen
to the River overflowin.
And
listen to me wonder where you are.
I'd
give my right eye if I could see you.
I'd
give the world to have you around.
I'd
give my right arm just to hold you,
And
my low down life to be on higher ground.
