Seven Separate Fools lyrics

Find my way back home. I don't know if I want to go.
All I want to know, can I keep doing all these shows? Yeah
Haven't got the time to worry over little things.
Fighting for some time to be alone, all alone.
Take you for a ride. I'll take you where you wanna go.
Are you ready for a ride? Make me feel that you want to go.
Can't they understand I'm tired of this business scene?

April gave us springtime and the promise of the flowers
And the feeling that we both shared and the love that we called ours
We knew no time for sadness, that's a road we each had crossed
We were living a time meant for us, and even when it would rain
we would laugh it off.

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, it's a morning in May

The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight
And now a child can understand
That this is the law of all the land, all the land

The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, a child is white

Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,
'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone.
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to slaughter,
Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,

Lookin' out my window, it was a smoggy afternoon,
I breathen in some air, I couldn't get in too soon.
I turned on the news, learned of some food I shouldn't eat,
Don't you run around today, you might pass out in the heat.
Writing's on the wall, facts are in the books,
Nothin' lost is nothin' gained,
It seems there's writings on the wall.

Yeah

Turpentine, dandelion wine, turned the corner and I'm doing fine.
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line,
Pickin' em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head,
Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead

Sister Sue, short and stout, she didn't grow up she grew out
Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind
Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.
Woman becomes a tree of life,
A cycle once more to begin,
Through wisdom gained in ages past
She is the start and end.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.

Freedom for the stallion, freedom for the mare and her colt,
Freedom for the baby child who has not grown old enough to vote.
Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are prayin' to you?
They got men makin' laws that destroy other men, made money, God, it's a doggone
sin,
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.

Big ship's a-sailin', slaves all chained and bound,

Free like a bird as it flies,
Free like an old man that dies,
Just like a stream or a rose growing wild,
Somewhere there's someone walkin' the road
Somewhere someone who carries a load,
Don't look too far to see somewhere there's a man.
Chained, chained, chained, chained.
God bring the day, God bring the day,
God bring the day when we don't have to lay there chained.

Going in circles, don't really know
Where I have come from, where I will go
You say that you love me, and maybe you do
There's nothing that matters or anything new
I've been through a million trips in the night
Living with shadows, looking for light
And passing the faces, how lonely they seem
Looking for traces of yesterdays dream

Going in circles, been here before