Альбом Neil Young

So your girlfriend
slammed the door shut
In your face tonight,
but that's all right
Then she took off
to the opera
With some highbrow
from the city lights
Well, you grew up on a corner
You never missed a moonlit night.

Some things never change,
they stay the way they are.
You were born to rock,
you'll never be an opera star
Some things never change,
they stay the way they are.

So you stay out all night
Gettin' fucked up
in that rock and roll bar
And you never get tired
'Cause your drugs
are in a little jar.

You were born to rock,
you'll never be an opera star.
Some things never change,
they stay the way they are.

I was born to rock!

So your girlfriend
slammed the door shut
In your face tonight,
but that's all right
Then she took off
to the opera
With some highbrow
from the city lights
Well, you grew up on a corner
You never missed a moonlit night.

Some things never change,
they stay the way they are.
You were born to rock,
you'll never be an opera star.

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
but he let it go
There's somebody satisfied
with winning.

Back on the boardwalk
there's Moe the Sleaze
Sells good things
and aims to please
He's almost even but
he doesn't mind a handout.

Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
We're all going
on a pleasure cruise
Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women,
plenty of booze.

Give your ticket
to Moe the Sleaze
He's the one that's
weak in the knees
His pants are baggy,
but you can see them shaking.

I'll introduce you to Surfer Joe
He may be there,
I really don't know
We can smoke garfong
and watch him ride
the big one.

Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
We're all going
on a pleasure cruise
Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women,
plenty of booze.

Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
and he let it go
There's somebody satisfied
with winning.

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
and he let it go
He's somebody satisfied
with winning.
He's somebody.

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
No T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Think I'll get back on the highway
I hope I'll see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
Think I'll get back on the highway
I hope I'll see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
I may be late in comin' though
I got some things I gotta do

Don't let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it, get back on it
Don't let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it, get back on it
There ain't no way
to stop it though
Oh, it might explode.

It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
But I'll get back on the highway
Before it's too late for me
Get back on it, get back on it.

Think I'll get back on the highway
I hope I'll see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
Think I'll get back on the highway
I hope I'll see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
I may be late in comin' though
I got some things I gotta do.

Down the mountainside
To the coastline
Past the angry tide
The mighty diesel whines.

And the tunnel comes
And the tunnel goes
Round another bend
The giant drivers roll.

I rode the Highball
I fired the Daylight
When I turned sixty-five
I couldn't see right.

It was Mr. Jones,
We've got to let you go
It's company policy
You've got a pension though.

Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight.

I put in my time
I put in my time
Now I'm left to roll
Down the long decline.

I ain't no brake man
Ain't no conductor
But I would be though
If I was younger.

Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on, Southern Pacific
Roll on, on your silver rails.

My old car keeps breaking down
My new car ain't from Japan
There's already too many Datsuns
In this town.

Another thing that's bugging me
Is this commercial on TV
Says that Detroit
can't make good cars any more.
Motor City.

Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?

My army jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs and four wheel drive
Ain't got no radio,
ain't got no mag wheels
Ain't got no digital clock
Ain't got no clock.

The paint job is lookin' blue
The white walls are missing too
But I guess until I get my car back
This will do.

Who's driving my car now?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?

Who's driving my car now?

Rapid transit.
Public service.
I'm standing in my line.

Melt down.
Containment.
I'm standing in my line

Hang ten pipeline,
let's go trippin'
Hang ten pipeline,
let's go trippin'
Hang ten pipeline,
let's go trippin'
Every wave is new
until it breaks.

Go!

Secret service
Public enemy
I'm standing in my line

Hang ten pipeline,
let's go trippin'
Hang ten pipeline,
let's go trippin'
Hang ten pipeline,
no way rockin'
Every wave is new
until it breaks.

Go!

Shots
Ringing all along the borders
can be heard
Striking out
like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air
faster than a bird
In the night.

Children
Are lost in the sand,
building roads
with little hands
Trying to join
their father's castles
together again
Will they make it?
Who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?

Machines
Are winding their way along,
looking strong
Building roads
and bringing back
loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night

Men
Are trying to move the borders
on the ground
Lines between the different spots
that each has found
But back home
another scene was going down
In the night.

Lust
Comes creepin' through the night
to feed on hearts
Of suburban wives
who learned to pretend
When they met their dream's end
In the night.

Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.

Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.

But I'll never use your love,
You know I'm not that kind
And so if you give your heart away
I promise to you
Whatever we do
That I will always be true.