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| 1. |
| 6:18 | 
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Out on the road like a low-down Joe
And the bar where we are is so cool I'd like to stay Misunderstood like I knew I would be The one I care for don't mind, she's built that way I would gladly offer you my love In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. This rental car never went so far But with each passing mile one more dream has turned to clay Now that we've met and your eyes are all wet Let me fetch my guitar, there's a song I'd like to play I would gladly offer you my song In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. One never knows where the good times go If you got some to spend, we'll do anything you say I'd never lie, well you know I've tried Though you think it's the drink that has made me behave this way I would gladly offer you my love In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. |
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| 2. |
| 2:30 |
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With ladylike devotion, she sails the bitter ocean,
if it wasn't for lovesick sailors, there'd be nothin' left but flotsam. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Her sails below like bubbles, while you sip your daily doubles, if she wasn't so fond of the weather, she might give the deckhands trouble, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. One day when I grew older, I found I could not hold her, she took on a fine young skipper, who soon ran her up on a boulder. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Now the pleasures of the harbor, don't include a lady barber, if it wasn't for Long John Silver, all of us pirates would've been martyrs, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. |
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| 3. |
| 6:03 |
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Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bay
To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze We went walking on the high side of the bay on a chilly morn And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds where trees are born Any man in his right mind could not fail to be made aware Any woman with a gift of wisdom would not seek her answers there Seven islands to the high side of the bay if you're looking west To the sunset you can see it, all in fiery autumn dress Anytime would be the right time to come up to your bed of boughs Anybody with a wish to wander could not fail but to be aroused Living high in the city, guess you think it's a pretty good way You get to learn but when you get burned you got nothing to say You seem to think because you got chicken to go you're in luck Fortune will not find you in your mansion or your truck Brothers will desert you when you're down and shit out'a luck Look around at the morning, guess you're doing the best you can Surely you know that when you go nobody gives you a hand Think of the air you're breathing in, think of the time you waste Think of the right and wrong and consider the frown on your face It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any woman or a man with a wish to fade away could be so blessed Fortune will not find you in your mansion turned to gold Brothers will desert you when your nights turn long and cold If you feel it you better believe it, you're gonna see it, do you really know It is rising like a feather, dipping and dancing from below There's a new wave that is breaking in the wake of a passing ship Every nation's gonna be shaken, put it together, don't let it slip It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any man or a woman with a wish to fade away could be so blessed Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bay To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze |
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| 4. |
| 2:49 |
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Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season A child is born to a welfare case Where the rats run around like they own the place The room is chilly, the building is old That's how it goes The doctor's found on his welfare round And he comes and he leaves on the double Deck The Halls was the song they played In the flat next door where they shout all day She tips her gin bottle back till it's gone The child is strong A week, a day, they will take it away For they know about all her bad habits Christmas dawns and the snow lets up And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup She hides her face in her hands for a while Says look here child Your father's pride was his means to provide And he's servin' three years for that reason Rows of lights in a circle of steel Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season |
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| 5. |
| 3:17 |
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Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name I've been around for a half of a hundred days. Never saw a door shut so tight Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun Like any wandering child in the wilderness, Wild and uncaged are your ways I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred There's a light around you I've come to switch it on It will brighten every room Don't be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart. You got that feelin' in your soul Is there anyone home in this house made of stone? Anyone in there who might care I've grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed. Got a few good tales to unwind Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun. Like any wandering minstrel I've dawned in the house of a thousand delights. I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred |
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| 6. |
| 4:21 |
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Just like birds of a feather
We too have followed the golden sun It feels so good, Knowin' the watchman's gone If I give you a rose, buddy Would you please bury it in the fields? I seen a rose Watchin' it all fold out There's a train down at the station It's come to carry my bones away Two engines on Twenty-one coaches long End to end Twenty-one coaches bend The watchman's out Kickin' the bums about If I wait for the right moment You can bet I'll climb aboard unseen I've done it before I know I can do it in my sleep The watchman's out Kickin' the bums about The watchman's out Kickin' your dreams about As I leave you in the sunset Got one more nothin' I'd like to say "You don't know me A son of the sea am I" As I say to you, my brother If you live to follow the golden sun You better beware Knowin' the watchman's always there If you find me feedin' daisies Please turn my face up to the sky And leave me be Watchin' the moon roll by Whatever I was You know it was all because I've been on the town Washin' the bullshit down The watchman's out Kickin' your dreams about It feels so good Knowin' the watchman's gone It's like a song Knowin' the watchman's gone |
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| 7. |
| 3:37 |
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I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs She's bin lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain I can picture ev'ry move that a man could make Gettin' lost in her lovin' is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sundown you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again |
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| 8. |
| 3:46 |
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Picking up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face She left me not knowing what to do Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Turning back the pages to the times I love best I wonder if she'll ever do the same Now the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I got no one left to blame Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Searching through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep I wonder if the years have closed her mind I guess it must be wanderlust or trying to get free From the good old faithful feeling we once knew Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Let me slip away on you Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree Highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
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| 9. |
| 3:11 |
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There's a little room on my list for tonight
Will ya be the one to fill it in Toss around what is up, what is down In between, would ya like to dream Step on in, ya don't have to play to win But then you might There's a little song on my list for tonight Would ya like to try and make it rhyme Sing and sway, if your heart feels that way We can leave the blues behind There's a little lovin' on my list for tonight With a bit of luck, I'll check it off Toss around what is up, what is down In between, d' ya know what I mean Rain, rain all day long You've made it pay, you can do no wrong tonight Pick and grin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might Thick and thin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might There's a little room on my list for tonight Will ya be the one to fill it in Toss around what is up, what is down In between, would ya like to dream Step on in, ya don't have to play to win But then you might Thick and thin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might |
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| 10. |
| 4:14 |
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It was only yesterday
When I heard the teacher say Patiently, one and two make three We were children, you and me Let us pray for the ones they call The children of today Nothin' left but promises Nothin' much is certain All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord We're livin' in the glory of your care Skies of blue have all turned brown To the sound of cryin Lord abide, let us stem the tide Of broken dreams Sometimes you seem to tell us It's too late for prayin' See the ocean wild and blue Think of all that's in her She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must They tell us, wise men tell us, it's too late For each child with eyes that smile There'll be ten more cryin' Lord abide, let us stem the time Of helplessness But then I guess we're livin' Is it too late for prayin' Nothin' here but grains of sand Nothin' much worth savin' Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share Tomorrow could get better than today To the ones who've loved in vain Will ya be beholden Lord abide, let us stem the tide Of broken dreams Sometimes ya seem to tell us It's too late for prayin' |
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