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It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away Is the ice still on the river, are the old folks still the same And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games And by the way, did she mention my name Is the landlord still a loser, do his signs hang in the hall Are the young girls still as pretty in the city in the fall Does the laughter on their faces still put the sun to shame And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away Is the old roof still leaking when the late snow turns to rain And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And looking at the rain, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain And by the way, did she mention my name |
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Black Day in July
Motor City madness has touched the countryside And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside Black Day in July Black Day in July And the soul of Motor City is feared across the land As the book of law and order is taken in the hands Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land Black Day in July Black Day in July In the streets of Motor City there's a deadly silent sound And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground Upon the filthy pavements no reason can be found Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City madness has touched the countryside And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill And there's gunfire from the rooftops and the blood begins to spill Black Day in July In the mansion of the Governor there's nothing that is known for sure The telephone is ringing and the pendulum is swinging And the wonder how it happened and they really know the reason And it wasn't just the temperature and it wasn't just the season Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City's burning and the flames are running wild They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake And everyone is listening and everyone's awake Black Day in July Black Day in July The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed And you read your morning paper and you sip your cup of tea And you wonder just in passing is it him or is it me Black Day in July In the Office of the President the deed is done the troops are sent There's really not much choice you see it looks to us like anarchy And then the tanks go rolling in patch things up as best they can There is no time to hesitate the speech is made the dues can wait Black Day in July Black Day in July The streets of Motor City now are are quiet and serene But the shapes of gutted buildings strike terror to the heart And you say how did it happen and you say how did it start Why can't we all be brothers why can't we live in peace But the hands of the the have-nots keep falling out of reach Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City madness has touched the countryside And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside Black Day in July Black Day in July Black Day in July |
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Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Ring around the rosy and I'll catch you if I can And if you don't say may I, then you'll have to start again But first you must indulge me and count from one to ten Let the game begin I adore you when you touch me Pin the tail upon the donkey, you will surely win And if you don't say may I, then I'll pass the cake around And I won't give you any, but you won't make a sound You don't eat soap, anyhow Red light, green light, blue light, yellow light You can take three giant steps or a baby step will do But if you don't say may I, then I'll march you out the door Where you'll be contemplating the numbers one to four I hope you're keeping score Cause if you don't say may I, then I'll get you with the hose And spoil your Sunday clothes Will it please you if I tease you While you're at the spindry, I'll pass the pie around But you won't make a sound You don't eat blackbird anyhow There's four and twenty reasons why it can't be wrong How long have you been gone Finders, keepers, losers, weepers Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater Wear your sneakers around sound sleepers |
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It is said that all the good things
Must come to him who can pretend He doesn't have to wait For as surely as the light of day Must come to drive the night away The needles and the pins That's where the line begins With your magnificent outpouring Of that old familiar story That's been used a million times To ease a million minds There are times when I have told you That htere must be two of us To try to work things out But if I can't see you every day Then I must hide my thoughts away And see you when I can And try to understand With your magnificent outpouring Of that old familiar story That's been used a million times To ease a million minds So let us treat our love likeany game To fan the flames would really be a sin For as surely as the snow must fall I shall be waiting for your call Pretending it is spring And you'll be mine again With your magnificent outpouring Of that old familiar story That's been used a million times To ease a million minds |
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Does your mother know
You had to go someday Does your mother know That you would go so fast Anyway, that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and you'll be all right And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day Does your mother know You have a man in the West Does your mother know You drove him from your door Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could Does your mother know You walked all day in the rain Does your mother know How deep your love could be Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and your rent costs eight And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day But the letters that you write in the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her |
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Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses
Rainpools in the woodland water to my knees Shivering quivering the warm breath of spring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Catbirds and cornfields daydreams together Riding on the roadside the dust gets in your eyes Reveling, disheveling the summer nights can bring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Slanted rays and colored days stark blue horizons Naked limbs and wheat bins hazy afternoons Voicing rejoicing the wine cups do bring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Harsh nights and candlelights wood fires a-blazin' Soft lips and fingertips resting in my soul Treasuring remembering the promise of spring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses |
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She was something very special to me
The kind of girl you'd like to see In a movie or a rosary She could be straight-laced or homespun Or free and easy on the run She could be meek and mild or full of fun She liked country lanes and aeroplanes And cigarettes would make her strange And when she wanted you she made it plain She would never say where she came from It didn't seem that she had anyone To answer to or dwell upon She liked candlelight and good wine And I would call her any time Of day or night she didn't mind The was nothing that I wouldn't do To prove to her my love was true And she gave to me a dream or two There were times when she would never appear For days and then she'd disappear But now the days have turned to years I was something she could use Like a good friend or a pair of shoes Or any kind of good news Now the eastern sky is crimson and red As I lie here in my lonely bed And think about the things she said She said darling there will come a day When I must run far away I will go my love and you must stay She departed in the early spring She didn't leave me anything To follow or to find her She was something very special to me The kind of girl you'd like to see In a movie or a rosary |
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Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man turn it around If you don't look away how can I sit down Look at this load upon my back Gotta get this wheel back on the track I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes If you're ready for me I'm ready for you The company plan takes all my pay Got a child in July and another last May Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Push your face down in the coal 'Cause you got no heart you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might say he's a rural sprout Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man clear the track You're gonna tear the skin right offa my back Boss Man, Boss Man what do ya say If you can't lend a hand then get outta my way It'll be murder in the first degree If you ever lay your hands on me Boss Man Boss Man pay my rent A dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent The company plan takes all my check For breakin' my back and riskin' my neck Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say I gotta get you alone in the mine some day I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' |
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From the railhead to the boatyard
From the factory to the farm From the mines to the millhouse I've weathered the storm From the bar room to the bedpost I've wasted my days All I have is my drink And the time left to think While time slips away Just look at my face As you tell me goodbye You'll see what I'm after By the look in my eye Just walk away And leave me alone It's a long way back home Now in case you should ask me What it is that I've done Well I say I'm a soldier Who once had a son But my son doesn't know me That's his right to choose Oh say can you see My best friend is me I'm a friend I could use Just look at my face As you tell me goodbye You'll see what I'm after By the look in my eye Just walk away And leave me alone It's a long way back home Now the pages have faded The story grows cold And the plot falls to ashes Like the ruins of old Those rats in my rafters They're after my shoes And anything else They can find on the shelf I've said they could use Just look at my face As you tell me goodbye You'll see what I'm after By the look in my eye Just walk away And leave me alone It's a long way back home It's a long way back home |
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Forgive me my unsettled ways
Don't linger in time or finger what's mine Don't make me do What you wouldn't do yourself Forgive me the bad things I do Don't ask me to change or exchange what I am For something else You know that wouldn't do If time gets to heavy and you can no longer bear it And you need someone to share it Tell me girl, I'll try to make amends Forgive me the ways of my heart Don't try to pretend or lend me your love Don't ask of me What you wouldn't ask yourself If time gets to heavy and you can no longer bear it And you need someone to share it Tell me girl, I'll try to make amends Forgive me my unsettled ways Don't linger in time or finger what's mine Don't make me do What you wouldn't do yourself Don't make me do What you wouldn't do yourself |
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That long thin dawn
That long thin dawn Is comin' on again I've seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal In every town I've been to I've had someone to call From Winnipeg to Edmonton, Vancouver to St. Paul I've had so many good friends I couldn't miss them all And that long thin dawn That long thin dawn Is comin' on again Last night I came to Denver beneath the snow-capped ridge I thought about my darlin' as I stood beneath the bridge And there were times I made her cry but I guess by now she's learned That any time I've wandered I always have returned And that long thin dawn That long thin dawn Is comin' on again Right now I'm on a highway just east of Omaha Riding shotgun on the biggest rig you ever saw With forty tons of pig iron and a trucker known as Bill All the way to Windsor, we've got some miles to kill And that long thin dawn That long thin dawn Is comin' on again While climbin' up a hillside, Bill drops 'er down a gear And the engine sings so sweetly 'tis music to my ear I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can Drivin' like the restless wind across this precious land Says Bill "the air is clean tonight" as he puffs a big cigar "And if this rig keeps rollin', my boy you'll travel far But when you are a trucker you'll come to realize The only thing a man can do is watch the world go by" And that long thin dawn That long thin dawn Is comin' on again That long thin dawn That long thin dawn Is comin' on again |
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Upon the Bitter Green she was,
the hills above the town. Echoed to the footsteps, as soft as heather down. Waiting for her master, to kiss away her tears. Waiting through the years, Bitter Green they called her, walking in the sun, Loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. Some say he was a sailor, who died away at sea, Some say he was a prisoner, who never was set free, lost upon the ocean, he died there in the mist, dreaming of the kiss, Bitter Green they called her, walking in the sun, Loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. Musical Interlude But now, that Bitter Green is gone, the hills have turned to rust, there comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust, kneeling by the churchyard, in the autumn mist, dreaming of the kiss, Bitter Green they called her, walking in the sun, Loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. Bitter Green they called her, walking in the sun, Loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone... to take her home. |
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Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot Now have you seen the lighthouse Oh we are close to land Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band Now have you seen the harbor cried Marie Christine Have you seen the jagged rocks in the waters in between Now have you seen the lighthouse Oh save me if you can For if you do I promise I'll never sail again Now have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock Cried the brave young captain to his wretched lot Now gather all your photographs And don your coats of blue If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you When I first saw Marie Christine the woman that she was I ssigned aboard toman her sails and honor well her cause I christened her with old champagne And I drove her to the west Of all the men who sailed on her, in truth I sailed her best Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot Now have you seen the lighthouse Oh we are close to land Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band Come all ye would be sailors All ye would be sailors All ye would be sailors If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you |
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I came down from Albany to New York to find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' I stood listenin' Into a tunnel I did rise, like a grave inside, but I was young and able When I came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter light was feeble Unreadable I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go I thanked him A face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of danger For a stranger It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me I came down to live alone in New York the city of the living There were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we giving Or forgiving Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways I saw them There were men who lived in style and others who had died where no one knew them 'Cause they couldn't win There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies crept unwanted Till I began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the did Or if they lived It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me I came down from Albany to New York to find what I'd been missin' I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' I stood listenin' There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget it There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, I felt it So afraid of it There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard I heard them There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie They're livin' I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishes That's how it is It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me |
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The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night Her long flowing hair came softly undone And it lay all around And she brushed it down as I stood by her side In the warmth of her love And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And she told me a riddle I'll never forget Then left with the answer I've never found yet How long, said she, can a moment like this Belong to someone What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die We must almost be born So if you should ask me what secrets I hide I'm only your lover, don't make me decide The perfume that she wore was from some little store On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |
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If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world
If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody And let you dream away till the morning light returned again To take you away from me If I could speak with the tongues of the masters of old If I could tame all the fleeting perceptions I hold Would I stand in the marketplace before To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall And shot by the man in blue If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion If I could fly like the great silver jets in the morning If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand And if I could play the final symphony and set it free Would it mean anything to you If I could stand like a rusty old man in his armor If I could ride the steed that he rode in his time I would turn his head away to the river And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free For everyone to see If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody And let you dream away till the morning light returned again To take you away from me |
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So fine, so fine the web you spin,
I come too close and I'm caught again! In the web of wild design, I do not know what fate is mine! All the day sit and spin, Spin your web and you draw me in. Spin, spin, spin, spin! And my daddy said when I was young, "beware the web of love, my son, To be in love is to be insane, Make an old man groan, a young man pain!" All the day, sit and spin, Spin your web and you draw me in. Spin, spin, spin, spin! Then I did go and the time did fly, Many a true love passed me by. And then you came like a blinding storm, I landed in your web so warm, Spin your web and you draw me in. Spin, spin, spin, spin! So fine, so fine the web you spin, I come too close and I'm caught again! In the web of wild desire, And I cannot control the fire! All the day sit and spin, You spin your web and you draw me in. |
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