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Every little baby that's ever been born,
Been spanked and made to cry Every young woman that's ever been loved, Been shaken and made to sigh Every young woman that's ever been loved, Has told, told me true Take his heart and run away as he would do to you Every young man I've ever seen, Been mean as he could be Every last one I've loved, And run as he would do to me Take it from me that a man can be more trouble, Than you'll ever know He'll love you some and when he's done, He'll laugh and let you go So they told me, and they told me little else But I tell you to better find out for yourself Handsome stride and shoulders wide disguise a heart of stone Lovers' wiles and tender smiles are better left alone With his head hung low and his shoulders down And a tear in the bottom of his shoe He'll beg and tease and vow on his knees, And then betray you, true He'll say I'm tired, I'm broke, I'm sick I love you, while he cries He'll say I'm sorry through his tears and all the time he lies Shudder and sulk when he's at his best Try one if you will You can have mine and all the rest, you know I've had my fill So they told me, and they told me little else But I tell you to better find out for yourself |
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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I've damn near walked this world around
Another city, another town Another friend to say goodbye And another time to sit and cry Oh, it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone Well, there was one, he knew me best You know, he gave my poor heart rest He was my world, my heart, my dear And now he's gone to God knows where Oh, it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone I've seen your towns, they're all the same The only difference is in a name And the only home I ever known Was a suitcase and the open road Oh, it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone So, I'll fill my glass up to the brim And through my glass, my world looks dim I know outside there's love somewhere Maybe, my rambling will take me there Oh, it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone And it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I will go |
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You're not a dream
You're not an angel You're a woman I'm not a king, I'm a man, Take my hand We'll make a space In the lives that we planned And here we'll stay Until it's time for you to go Yes, we're diff'rent worlds apart We're not the same We laughed and played At the start like in a game You could have stayed Outside my heart But in you came And here you'll stay Until it's time for you to go Don't ask why, Don't ask how Don't ask forever, Love me now This love of mine Had no beginning It has no end I was an oak, Now I'm a willow Now I can bend And tho' I'll never In my life see you again I still stay Until it's time for you to go |
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We are drifting and rolling along the road
Tryin' to bear my heavy load Like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired And I know me a few men in my time None of them worth a lousy dime And they make me work like a doggone slave Won't be happy till I'm in my grave And I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired My world you don't took it and torn it in two Who'd ever thought it of a boy like you It looked hot, I thought it was a sugar and spice Salty water turned to ice I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired |
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La da da da da da
La da da da da da Guess who I saw in Paris Guess who I saw in Paris Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt Standing with his thumbs hooked in his belt Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt Looking all of seventeen Guess who invited him up to her room Guess who made him some tea Guess who got spaced with him, played his guitar Guess who fell asleep on his arm Guess who got lost in his eyes Guess who kissed him goodnight Guess who phoned me up this morning while I was still asleep Not like waking up at all La da da da da da Been dreaming of La da da da da da La da da da da da |
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I'm a rambler and a rover and a wanderer it seems
I've travelled all over chasing after my dreams But a dream should come true and a heart should be filled And a life should be lived in the Piney Wood Hills I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow I'll return to the hills, and the valley below I'll return as a poor man or a king if God wills But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood Hills I was raised on a song there I done right, I done wrong there And it's true I belong there And it's true it's my home From ocean to ocean I've rambled and roamed And soon I'll return to my Piney Wood home Maybe someday I'll find someone who will Love as I love my Piney Wood Hills I was raised on a song there I done right, I done wrong there And it's true I belong there And it's true it's my home I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow I'll return to the hills and the valley below I'll return as a poor man or a king if God wills But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood Hills |
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Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek
Goin up to see her about 2 times a week Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine Wrap herself around me like a sweet potato vine Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl Now the girls up Cripple Creek about half-grown Jump on a boy like a dog on a bone Roll my britches up to my knees Wade ol Cripple Creek whenever I please Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl Now, Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep Wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep Hills are steep and the roads are muddy and I'm so dizzy that I can't stand steady I'm Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl. |
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Shall I tell you of the night
It was long ago Late November and the snow Just about to fall And the moon was big and bright Cold and sharp and clear And the air was biting Softly, swiftly down the road - Never made a sound- Someone came from far away As I looked into his eyes No reflections came And I gave him bedding Oh my little rosary How I miss you so Never used you very well Now I never will. I am farther from you now Than the two ends of Eternity Now I do his bidding. |
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Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around
Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Merry Christmas, Jingle Bells Christ is born and the devil?s in Hell Hearts they shrink pockets swell Everybody know and nobody tell Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Oh the sins of Caesar's men Cry the pious citizens Who petty thieve the 5 and 10s And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Blame the angels, blame the fates Blame the Jews or your sister Kate Teach your children how to hate And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Turn your back on weeds you?ve hoed Silly sinful seeds you?ve sowed Add your straw to the camel?s load Pray like Hell when your world explode Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Swing your girl fiddler say Later on the piper pay Do see do, swing and sway Dead will dance on judgment day Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around |
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Winter boy, born on a snowy day
Came to me on a rainy afternoon And there'd been summer love Love I trusted far too well, got away and winter's spell had broke my heart and left me all alone And looking for a home to rest my weary heart for just a while Then I found it in the smile of a boy A little boy with midnight in his hair And promise in his eyes of days and nights still yet to be Days and nights he'd cling to me For I am winter's lady and he is winter's child Though there be summers yet And the smell of pine comes crying to my heart Still my joy and my security will lie beside the boy of less impurity The little boy with midnight in his hair and diamonds in his eyes Diamonds made of trust and love for me and gleaming at me all the afternoon |
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My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips
My eyes to the ocean and open my lips Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores They come with a crash on the crest of a roar And they're out of their boats and they're on to the shore Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea The hardness of them and the softness of me Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay I'll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores |
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