| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
To some, I am a blessing, to others, I'm a curse
I'm a writer, not a fighter, I'm a person, not a purse I may be just an easy touch and taken for much more But I just came to leave a little loving at your door Ooh, show me some affection Ooh, give me some direction Ooh, know you're my connection Just a jet-age gypsy looking for a gypsy queen I sometimes think I'm on the brink of knowing what I mean Cities come and cities go but still I cannot find A place to call a home when there's a woman on my mind Ooh, show me some affection Ooh, give me some direction Ooh, know you're my connection If hanging out with you was spent in hanging in I'd still be out of time with time just waiting to begin Have no preconceived ideas of how things have to be I'll just take life as it comes and hope that it takes me Ooh, show me some affection Ooh, give me some direction Ooh, know you're my connection Ooh, show me some affection Ooh, give me some direction Ooh, you know you're my connection |
||||||
| 2. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Every Woman
Dave Mason Don't misunderstand me, though I know that I've been mean Woman can't you see that I'm in need Although we may be far apart In heart and soul we're near My body aches for you to just be here You are every woman in the world to me And every season I go through You are every woman in the world to me Especially when I'm making love to you Like a falling tear drop You can wipe away my blues Live honey you can make the bitter sweet You're a child, a girl, a woman You are everything I'd choose That's why I sing this song to you That's why I sing this song to you |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
"There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
