She longed to be a lady,
When she was just a child;
But where the grass was greener, Lord
She done her growin' wild.
Then she tried to spread her tender wings,
And never left the ground;
So she turned to dreams at sweet sixteen
And woke up coming down.
But she tries in her way climbing higher,
And she dies each time she fails;
So give her a home, or leave her alone;
The lady's not for sale.
She ain't ashamed to show her soul,
So she'll sell it for a song.
But free don't mean she's easy
Or right for going wrong.
So let her be the lady, Lord,
She wants so bad to be;
And let her win the gentle man
That she was born to please.
'Cause she tries in her way climbing higher,
And she dies each time she fails;
So give her a home, or leave her alone;
The lady's not for sale.
- :
- Demos
- Extras
- The Cedar Creek Sessions
- Let the Music Play
- Feeling Mortal
- Closer To The Bone
- Miscellaneous
- Third World Warrior
- Repossessed
- To The Bone
- Shake Hands With The Devil
- Easter Island
- Surreal Thing
- Border Lord
- Jesus Was A Capricorn
- The Silver Tongued Devil and I
- A Moment Of Forever
- Live at the Philharmonic
- Live at RCA Studios 1972
- Live at the Big Sur Folk Festival