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| 2:15 | ||||
2. |
| 2:24 | ||||
<I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
Why mess around with strife? I never was cut out to step and strut out. Give me the simple life. Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant. Those things roll off my knife; Just serve me tomatoes; and mashed potatoes; Give me the simple life. Bridge: A cottage small is all I'm after, Not one that's spacious and wide. A house that rings with joy and laughter And the ones you love inside. Some like the high road, I like the low road, Free from the care and strife. Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y; Give me the simple life. I'm crazy about sleep Can't do without sleep Give me the simple life I don't aim to worry Husstle or hurry Give me the simple life I greet the dawn when am waken The sky is cleared up above I like my scramble egg and bacon Served by someone I love Sounds corny and seedy but yes indeedy Corny and seedy but yes indeedy life> |
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3. |
| 2:19 | ||||
4. |
| 1:42 | ||||
Let there be you
Let there be me Let there be oysters Under the sea Let there be wind An occasional rain Chile con care Sparkling champagne Let there be birds To sing in the trees Someone to bless me Whenever I sneeze Let there be cuckoos A lark and a dove But first of all, please Let there be love Let there be you Let there be me Oysters Under the sea Let there be wind An occasional rain Chile con care Sparkling champagne Let there be birds To sing in the trees Someone to bless me Whenever I sneeze Let there be cuckoos A lark and a dove But first of all, please Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love |
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5. |
| 3:21 | ||||
6. |
| 2:45 | ||||
7. |
| 2:23 | ||||
8. |
| 3:11 | ||||
Look at me,
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't undestand I get misty just holding your hand Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play or it might be the sound of your hello that music I hear, I get misty the moment you're near You can say that you're leading me on But it's just what I want you to do Don't you realize how hopeless I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own, would I wander through This wonderland alone Never knowing My right foot from my left My hat from my glove, I get misty and too much in love On my own, would I wander through This wonderland alone Never knowing My right foot from my left My hat from my glove, I'm too misty and too much in love |
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9. |
| 2:58 | ||||
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor And watch the door And in between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows Of one o'clock before And Lord how slow the months ago When all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on the move My Sunday dreams to dry Now a man is born to go lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm leavin' on the mornin' Mournin' all the night And in between, it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's drivin' me crazy This waitin' for my baby To maybe come around To maybe come around Pour me black coffee And I'll come around |
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10. |
| 1:41 | ||||
11. |
| 2:49 | ||||
12. |
| 2:25 | ||||
13. |
| 2:40 | ||||
14. |
| 4:38 | ||||
15. |
| 3:08 | ||||
16. |
| 2:25 | ||||
17. |
| 3:17 | ||||