1.She Might Have Been A Nice Girl
Lyricist：Burton Cummings
She might have been a nice girl
If she hadn't had a draggy mother
She might have been a good chick
If she hadn't had a rotten father
She might have played the right hunch
If she hadn't been so narrow-minded
She might have had a whole bunch
If she hadn't been so far behind it
Oh, does it hurt when you know
You can't play it the way that your beau knows
Oh, does it hurt when you know
You can't say it the way that your beau knows
And you know that
That's the way that the show goes
And you know it
Really has to go on
She drank the army's red wine
But she never found a moment's pleasure
She smelled the salty sea brine
But she never found the buried treasure
She might have played the chords right
But the song was never meant for singing
She might have really broke loose
But she never made it past the clinging
I can see that it hurts when you know
You can't play it the way that your beau knows
I can see that it hurts when you know
You can't say it the way that your beau knows
And you know that
That's the way that the show goes
And you know it
Really has to go on
2.Goin's A Little Crazy
Goin' a little crazy ain't too bad
These are times I've never had
Rarely good but often sad
Never knowing what we've had
Where's it all goin'
It's all goin' a little crazy.
It is really afternoon
Please don't shine on Harvest Moon
Oh my God it's much too soon
How long have we played this tune
Where's it all goin'
It's all goin' a little crazy.
HA, HA, HA, I'm a roadie
And I'm proud to be one, folks.
I can give but not receive
I can love and still deceive
There are those who soon would grieve
So I cannot take my leave
And where's it all goin'
It's all goin' a little crazy.
How far away is the bin....
Sneeze....
3.Fiddlin'
Lyricist：Burton Cummings, Kurt Winter
F I D D L I N spells fiddlin'
D R I N K I N spells drinkin'
I'll tell you something you might not know
You can't go fiddlin' without your bow
F I D D L I N spells fiddlin'
G A M B L I N spells gamblin'
D R I N K I N spells drinkin'
I'll tell you something you might not know
You can't go fiddlin' without your bow
F I D D L I N spells fiddlin'
Fidd-ul-in'
4.Pain Train
Lyricist：Burton Cummings, Kurt Winter
Train, comin too fast
Pain, is it really gonna last
And you still refuse to see
We love the dollar more than the collar
That Daddy used to wear
We love to holler more than the dollar
So take us to the fair
We love the preacher more than the teacher
We used to have in school
We saw the teacher marry the preacher
Who do you thinks the fool
Cant you hear it like a train, comin too fast
Pain, is it really gonna last
And you still refuse to see
5.One Divided
Lyricist：Greg Leskiw
One divided in two directions
Situation needs reflection, yeah
Close your eyes
You followed everyone's instruction
Never once you asked the question why
Oh, you closed your eyes
My help is here if you want it
Hold me close because I want you, yeah
Hold me close
The situation needs reflection
Try to follow my instructions, yeah
Oh, don't be shy
One divided there's one direction
Only thing is introspection, yeah
Close your eyes
Oh, you followed everyone's instructions
Never once you asked the question why
Oh, you closed your eyes
Oh, one divided there's one direction
Only thing is introspection, yeah
Oh, you closed your eyes
6.Grey Day
Lyricist：Greg Leskiw
It's been thirty-one years since we've had a grey day
Puffy white clouds reflecting city lights may
'Cause my friends to run away
Gun metal grey is the color of this day
Puffy white clouds in front and behind say
Don't go back to gun metal grey day
Don't go back to grey days
Try to find some better ways
Try to shine the old ways
I woke up this morning to a perfectly grey day
Like charcoal snow, it hung in the air way
Puffy white clouds used lightning to tell me
It's just about time to have another grey day
Puffy white clouds above and below may
Send us back to the old ways
Don't go back to grey days
Try to find some better ways
Try to shine the old ways
7.One Man Army
One man army
Have you shot somebody down？
8.So Long, Bannatyne
Lyricist：Burton Cummings, Kurt Winter
Well, he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone
Yes, he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone
So long Bannatyne, hello, my Chevrier home
Well, now there might be a few things missin'
Like the Indians on a Saturday night
Yes, there might be just a few things missin'
Like the odd hotel bar fight
So long Bannatyne, hello, my Chevrier home
Maybe in the summer I can build myself a rec room
Then buy a power mower for the lawn
Or maybe that depends on the orders from the office
And accountants and the label and Don, the Emperor
Hello, my Chevrier, hello, my Chevrier, hello, my Chevrier adobe
I'm so proud of it, speak so loud of it, always
Yes, I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind
Oh, I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind
I really like it here, the people are kind to me, at quarter to
three
When I sail my red Chevy past the house on the breeze
I'm huggin' and kissin' and smoochin' and lovin'
Ballin' and partyin', fightin' day and night
And everybody knows that, that's the way it goes, so long
Bannatyne
Everybody knows that, that's just the way it goes, so long
Bannatyne
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