I'm Down, But I Keep Falling Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

written by Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge
Hey, fairweather friend,
You know you can bend me
I don't wanna break
Hey, lend me a hand
Something I can lean on
'Til I'm strong enough to
Make it...
'Cause I'm lost, but I'll be lookin'
I've been hurt, but I keep on hopin'
'Cause I'm down, but I keep fallin'
Fall in love with you
Fall in love with you.
Take all you can find
Any way you want to
Easy as you can
Leave something behind
Love enough to live on
'Til I'm strong enough to stand it
On my own...
But I'll be lookin'
All alone--but I keep on hopin'
'Cause I'm down, but I keep fallin'
Fall in love with you
Fall in love with you.......

The Year 2000 Minus 25 Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

Welcome to the year 2000, minus 25
Oh say, can you smell 'er for the smoke?
God's still up there laughin'
So he's gotta be alive
Who says he can't take a dirty joke?

Power is and power does and power slips away
It's so easy to abuse.
Who'da thought them Arabs woulda bought the USA
Just to give it to the Jews?
Chorus:
Singin' crime still don't pay
Just like it used to
(Just like it used to)
And time slips away 'til you die
(Slips away 'til you die)
You know but I don't give a damn
When I choose to
(When I choose to)
And you know but it don't hurt so bad
When you're high
(When you're high)

Oh say does the future of the homesick and the brave
Even matter anymore
There ain't no more reason for them boys to run away now
Than there was the fight before
And could you tell me why the hell we tried to win back in the war
What we wasted in the last?
Might just ain't as righteous as it used to be before
When your army's out of gas

Chorus:
Singin' crime still don't pay
Just like it used to
(Just like it used to)
And time slips away 'til you die
(Slips away 'til you die)
You know but I don't give a damn
When I choose to
(When I choose to)
And you know but it don't hurt so bad
When you're high
(When you're high)

Casey's Last Ride Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul.
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.
"Oh!" she said, "Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!"
"Here" she said, "just a kiss to make a body smile!"
"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you!"
"Lord!" she said, "Casey can you only stay a while?"
Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home.
Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye.
"Oh!" she said, "I suppose you seldom think about me,
"Now" she said, "now that you've a fam'ly of your own";
"Still" she said, "it's so blessed good to feel your body!"
"Lord!" she said" "Casey it's a shame to be alone!"

Don't Cuss The Fiddle Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

I scandalized my brother
While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (and he did)
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me
And, Lord, I knew that that was wrong (and I was)
Now I'm lookin' at it over
Something cool and feelin' fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on
Now he had every right to call on me

Chorus:
Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's songs

I found a wounded brother
Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned on me
Like he'd done every face in that saloon
Well, we cussed him to the ground
And said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But soon as it was spoken
We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong

Chorus:
Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's songs
Tag:
I know that it sounds silly
But I think that I just stole somebody's song

Don Williams ? Williams - Hank Williams ? Harlan ?

Broken Freedom Song Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

Got a song about a soldier,
ridin' somewhere on a train
empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
and some pills to ease the pain

Started drinkin' in El Paso,
he was drunk in San Antone,
tellin' strangers who were sleepin'
how he hated goin' home
Just a simple song of freedom,
he was never fightin' for,
no one's listenin' when you need 'em,
ain't no fun to sing that song no more.

Got a song about a sister,
waitin' somewhere by the phone,
for some man who never missed her,
ever since he come and gone

And its harder for a woman,
with a baby on the way,
that's the price of bein' human,
when you're poor enough to pay,

So she listens to the freedom,
in the silence at her door
no one's missin' till you need 'em
ain't no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about a Savior,
lookin' lonesome and afraid,
at a city full of strangers,
and a cross He never made

And He's sadder than He's wiser,
and a longer way from home,
and He wonders why His Father,
left Him bleeding and alone.

Just a broken song of freedom,
and the closing of a door,
no one's missin' till you need 'em
ain't no fun to sing that song no more.

The Fighter Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble
Who just couldn't take anymore
Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish
With only his feet on the floor-yeah
Lord, I know that it's worth any price you could pay
To see truth in whatever disguise
But I'd payed double for one look of pleasure
A piece of relief in his eyes.

Chorus:
Ain't that clown, laughin' like crazy
Ain't his eyes empty and deep
Don't he sound sad as a baby
When she cries out in her sleep

We measured the space between Waylon and Willie
And Willie and Waylon and me
But there wasn't nothin' like Billy Jo Shaver
What Billy Jo Shaver should be-no
When he showed up sick later all bit by a spider
And crazy to look in the eye
He put on a show that was sad as it should of been
And nobody even knew why

Chorus:
Ain't that clown laughin' like crazy
Ain't his eyes empty and deep
Don't he sound sad as a baby
When she cries out in her sleep

Under The Gun Lyrics By Kris Kristofferson

(by Kris Kristofferson and Glen Clark)
Break a man, break a promise
Break a heart, break a home
Take a long hard look at a heaven
Gone to hell under the gun
See the child, young and hungry
Growing wild, on the run
And he'll die reaching for freedom
He was born under the gun
Swollen men, blind with power
Break the rules, one by one
With their lies raising the danger
Of their games under the gun.
No more time, no more chances
No more wars will be won
In the end only the losers
Hold the land under the gun
Hold the truth like a candle
Let it shine like the sun
On the love that's left to believe in
In a world under the gun.