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Out here in the country, where the weather gets so mean
She thinks about the places, that she ain't never seen She knows that she's married but she can't remember why And she wonders what it might feel like, with some other guy And though she's hotter than an oven, just to fill your lovin' cup If a man answers, you better hang up You better hang up You better hang up You better hang up You better hang up You're from New York City, where they don't say no prayers Anything goes and nobody cares And the country girl might thrill ya, but you better pass her by 'Cause her ol' man love to kill ya for the look that's in your eye And though you're hotter than an oven just to fill her lovin' cup If a man answers, you better hang up You better hang up You better hang up You better hang up You better hang up |
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Oh it's cold and lonely here
In this telephone booth There's three sides to every story, baby There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth I think there's somethin' missin' 'round here I don't know where it's gone But it's a long way back home The heat don't work The toaster don't work The car don't work I guess I know why This house don't work And this dream don't work no more Lover neither do you and I I fall asleep with colors flyin' Over sand and foam But it's a long way back home (Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day Sha-la-la-la) BRIDGE: I know your heart is breaking Maybe my heart's breaking, too But it's a long way back home (Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day Sha-la-la-la) But it's a long way back home (Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day Sha-la-la-la) But it's a long way back home (Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day Sha-la-la-la) (fades) |
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When the hot September sun down in Texas
Sucked the streams bone dry Turned to roads to dust In the sleepy little towns down in Texas, the shades are all pulled down; the streets are all rolled up. And the only thing that breaks the silence Are the trucks a-passin' by Late at night on the front porch swing You can hear their mournful sigh And the lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above He was callin' out for his lady love She's been gone so long I was just talkin' to the moon Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over The memory of you-too hard to hold And the wind across the plains Is all that now remains And the night shakes loose the names But they never quite go back the way they came So, good-bye rodeo It's a long, funny way for men to go Never change Never change at all I was just talkin' to the moon Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over The memory of you- too hard to hold on I was just talkin' to the moon Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over the Memory of you |
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I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry Well, I could've been an actor, but I wound up here I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em all around We got the bubble-headed bleach-blonde who comes on at five She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye It's interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet? You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry You don't really need to find out what's going on You don't really want to know just how far it's gone Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around (Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around) Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry (Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down)... |
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One finger on the button
one finger up his nose Johnny's in some cornfield The Early Warning Blows Bigger is better More is more Look up, America! Gonna even up the score Get ready boys Third times a charm Don't need no sweater It's gonna keep you warm If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner this time Them and us Them and us Ashes to ashes Dust to dust If forty-five minutes It'll all be done We'll all be good and crispy But we'll still be number one And if things go from bad to worse We can still kill them if they kill us first If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner this time Hell-bent Heaven sent It all got started by an accident If we can't have the ball, there won't be any winner this time Them and us Them and us Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Them and us Them and us Ashes to ashes Dust to dust |
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Lilah
Like every young man, I had some things that I wanted to say Ere I could begin, you know the world got in my way Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby To open the window and feel the fair wind Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again We spend so much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists Creating enemies that really don't exist Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby- To open the window and feel the fair wind Oh Lilah, to sleep like a baby again All these comings and goings that cut like a knife These small, simple pleasures that make up a life A man needs a home, and a child, and a wife to always be there-always After I'm gone, there are some things that I know I will miss The taste of your mouth; the smell of the perfume on your wrist Oh, Lilah, the fields lie fallow Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap The river's still shallow But the river's bed is dark and deep Oh Lilah, the fields lie fallow Whate'r ye sow, so shall ye reap Oh Lilah, this ground we hallow Is ours to tend, but not to keep Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay Now, while all the streets are silent Take my hand and come away Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah Lilah Too-rah loo-rah loo-rah lay |
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Oh they tell me of a land far beyond the skies
Oh they tell me of a home far away Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh they tell me of an unclouded day Refrain: Oh the land of cloudless day Oh the land of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh they tell me of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a home where my friends have gone Oh they tell me of that land far away Where the tree of life in eternal bloom Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day Refrain Oh they tell me of the King in his beauty there And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold Where he sits on the throne that is whiter than snow In that city that is made of gold Refrain Oh they tell me that He smiles on his children there And His smile drives their sorrows away And they tell me that no tears ever come again In that lovely land of unclouded day Refrain |
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