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Cash Roseanne
King's record shop Rosie strike back He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you He's a loser, you think he needs you You always come back, you always come back for more He winds up tight, out all night Been drinkin' down he's looking for a fight He knocks you down; you don't even know what for [Chorus] Rosie strike back Rosie strike back Hit the road and never look back You can't suffer your whole life living like that Get goin', don't pack Take the baby and the clothes on your back Keep walking Rosie Strike back You think he's changin', weeks pass He's angry, lies coiled like a snake in the grass The time will come when he takes it all out on you He throws punches, you bear with him Don't take it on you, Rosie, don't be his victim You can't carry the blame for what he's puttin' you through [Chorus] Don't take his world on your shoulder Don't let your heart grow much colder There's people out there who can help you If you let them help you Hey, Rosie Keep walking, Rosie [Chorus] |
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Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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If you change your mind
And leave the past behind You know where you'll always find me And if she breaks your heart And tears your world apart You can always count on me And when your heart's in doubt And things aren't working out I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind When the time is right I can hold you tight You know I can wait forever And time is on our side And we can surely find All the love we'll ever need And take a chance on this Seal it with a kiss I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind All I have is love to give you Baby, I could be there with you If you ever change your mind Call me on the telephone Darling, I am always home If you ever change your mind |
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I don't know what you feel no more when you look in my eyes
I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, But I'm brand new inside, Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, I take it a minute at a time, Maybe all I want is to hold you right now with no compromise, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad The numbness overcomes me now like alcohol and fear, And I want to crawl inside you, baby, but I don't want you near, A woman's her own mystery, not a shadow of her man, But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, I'm not a guard to hold hand, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad Well, I've got no answers now, And I don't expect them of you Thank God for second chances, baby, Cause there's something I can give to you, And it's the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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| 4:00 |
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I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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| 3:15 |
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In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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| 3:59 |
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| 3:34 |
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| 4:17 |
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I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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