On the road again in cabaret
Grey hair and Fenders
Old ghosts revisited today
No original members

Pick out a pretty one and toss your hair
Seems foolish when you’re older
You always felt you never had your share
A chip on both your shoulders

You’ve been faking it so long
Now you don’t know right from wrong
Or what the future has in store for you
In the terminal of tribute to

Every day you take the bitter pill
The minibus driver says and you are who
You never made it and you never will
In the terminal of tribute to

Where your plans are forever falling through
And your dreams are movies never shot
And you’re someone, a shadow passing through
Nobody ever knew, so nobody forgot

Your bag has fallen from the carousel
They say one day it could come back to you
Exactly when nobody can tell
In the terminal of tribute to

You’ve been faking it so long
Now you don’t know right from wrong
Or what the future has in store for you
In the terminal of tribute to

You’ve been faking it so long
Now you don’t know right from wrong
Or what the future has in store for you
In the terminal of tribute to

This is us down at the Mardi Gras
This is us in your daddy's car
You and the missing link
Yeah, I'd had a little too much to drink,now
Too long in the sun
Having too much fun
You and me and our memories
This is us

Rocking at the barbecue
Yeah, when we said I do
Hand jiving on the ballroom floor
You in that wedding coat you wore
And you in that amazing dress
I was stoned on love, I guess
You and me we were meant to be
This is us

This is us on our honeymoon
In our hotel room
Sitting by the wishing well
Checking out of the love motel
Making plans for the sunshine state
Waiting at the terminal gate
You and me making history
This is us

And our baby boy
With our pride and joy
You at the Sunday game
Standing next to What'shisname
On our anniversary
With the family
You and me and our memories
This is us

Everybody wants their time in the sun
Time in the sun
You've got it now, your time in the sun
Time in the sun
Time in the sun
Time in the sun

Round here you don't get time in the sun
Time in the sun
You don't get the ball, you don't get to run
Time in the sun
Time in the sun
Time in the sun

Try, try, try - no cigar
Time in the sun
Pull over here - get out of the car
Time in the sun
Time in the sun
Time in the sun

The campfires have been lit along the river
You wouldn’t know of trouble anywhere
Someone is playing a concertina
Some old familiar air

It takes me back into another lifetime
Before we ever fought in fields of mud
Where lives like autumn leaves are tossed and scattered
And lost in the swirling flood

But how a song can heal a weary heart
And bring you closer to me where I lie
A song can heal a weary heart
Time will end all sorrow by and by

The moon is laying soft upon the water
Smoke comes drifting gently from the hill
They tell us that this war will soon be over
Maybe in another lifetime it will

But how a song can heal a weary heart
And bring you closer to me where I lie
A song can heal a weary heart
Time will end all sorrow by and by

Time will end all sorrow by and by

Well, we like to have some friends around
Do the twist to Ray Charles and James Brown
After lunch I'll maybe take a nap
I like a nap before a scrap

Honey, pass me more of them peas
Mm, I do like these
And let me have some more of those
More steak and potatoes, yeah

In a little while I'm going downtown
Maybe take me one or two rounds
I'm gonna knock that man clean out
He's going down, no doubt

Maybe I was born on a bad luck day
Born under a bad sign
But today is okay
Today's just fine

Baby you can read my mind
I'll be home just after nine
You're the best medicine I know
Tonight we're gonna let it all go

Put on that pretty silk shirt
Put on on that tight black skirt
Put on those heels so black
We can party on when I get back

Maybe I was born on a bad luck day
Born under a bad sign
But today is okay
Today's just fine

The trapper man’s in from the hinterlands
Filth and grease on his clothes and hands
From the outermost, the farthermost
Comes riding in to the trading post
Got a pack horse loaded up with hides
Steps in to see the man inside
‘I got furs, skins, a little meat too
Here, I got a good piece just for you’

‘You take this home to give the wife’
The trapper draws his skinning knife
Now the fat man’s desk is a butcher’s block
The trapper cuts the meat and talks
‘You’re gonna lose your shirt on a nowhere man
Lose your shirt in nowhere land
Back out there is my country
And you best let this trapper be the trapper
You need the trapper man
The trapper man

If you don’t want to be where lightning strikes
Better let me work the way I like
You don’t want to know how I fill my sacks
You go out there you don’t come back
You got nature red in tooth and claw
And you ain’t got no rule of law
And if you don’t know nature’s way
All that’s gonna stop you being the prey is the trapper
You need the trapper man
The trapper man

You wanna wear them gems and rings
You wanna show off them shiny things
Shake your money maker, bro
Where the movers and the shakers go
You wanna go do what you do
Let the gold and silver come to you
I need you but you need me
So you best let this trapper be the trapper
You need the trapper man
The trapper man

When he’s done his thing and gone his way
The fat men light cigars and say
“Holy smokes did you see that?
We all made money on the trapper cat”
Sit back in their big ass chairs
Say, “Boys, that is the man right there”
I’m the lifeline for your big soft ass
It’s the trapper puts it in first class, the trapper
You need the trapper man
The trapper man

We're taking on water
Diesel and stores
Laying up awhile
Before I'm back on board
They're patching her up
To go fishing again
They're welding her rudder
Scrubbing her keel
Scars on her belly
Need time to heal
In the dock
With the trawlermen

I know all the people
There's nobody new
Soon we'll be leaving
With the same old crew
On the green water
The tumbling sea
They ain't running
Like the good old days
Time's just slipping
Down the old slipways
In the dock
So dear to me

Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock

I could use a layoff
Getting my strength back
But there's a loan to pay off
And a few skipjack
So it's a turnaround
Back in the southerly wind
Pirates coming in
To steal our gold
You can count yourself lucky
With a profit in the hold
In the dock
When we come in

Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
back in the dock

True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade

I wonder if there's no forever
- no walking hand in hand
down a yellow brick road
to never-never land
These days I got to where I'm going
- make it there eventually
follow the trail of breadcrumbs
to where I'm meant to be
to where I'm meant to be

I don't know what brought you to me
that was up to you
There's so many come to see me
who want their own tattoo
I fixied a needle in the holder
laid my hand upon your spine
and there upon your shoulder
I drew the picture as your sign

When I think about us
I see the picture that we made
the picture to remind us
true love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade

I work the rowdies and day-trippers
Now and then I think of you
Any which way we're all shuffling
forward in the queue
They'd like to move my operation
They'd like to get me off the pier
And I dream I'm on a steamer
pulling out of here

When I think about us
I see the picture that we made
the picture to remind us
true love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade
True Love will never fade

The Everly Brothers are back in town my friend
Will they ever be, they may never be back again
First time around
They all loved their sound
They're back in town my friend

Their daddy took them to the county fair
Especially to see them from Tennessee
They were there
No money for the gate
He took them to the fence and he said to wait
He took them to the county fair

They saw two skinny kids with dusty shoes
Peeking through the fence, at the instruments, begging you
They'll die just to meet with you
Chet, you know they sing good too
Two skinny kids with dusty shoes

Gibson made them Everly guitars
Black as ebony
[...] as ivory
They make the stars
Songs from [...]
And a little Bo Diddley
With them Everly guitars

Look where all the years have gone
Singing harmony, you were usually Phil and I was Don
That's how we used to play
Or was it rather the other way?
Look where all the years have gone