Pieces of Ain’t

Listen to the thunder rollin.

Listen to that Beale Street guitar.

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 guitar.

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.