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Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road And my head is aching and my hands are cold And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds And I'm searching for and I'm searching for the philosophers stone And it's a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o When my job is turning lead into gold He was born in the back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll I'm on the road again and I'm searching for The philosophers stone Can you hear that engine Woe can you hear that engine drone Well I'm on the road again and I'm searching for Searching for the philosophers stone Up in the morning, up in the morning When the streets are white with snow It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o Up in the morning, up in the morning Out on the job Well you've got me searching for Searching for, the philosophers stone Even my best friends, even my best friends they don't know That my job is turning lead into gold When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosophers stone It's a hard road even my best friends they don't know And I'm searching for, searching for the philosophers stone |
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These Dreams of You
I dreamed you paid your dues in Canada Left me to come through I headed for the right way I knew exactly just what to do I dreamed we played cards in the dark And you lost and you lied Wasn't very hard to do But hurt me deep down inside Chorus: Mmmm, these dreams of you So real and so true These dreams of you So real and so true My back was up against the wall And you slowly just walked away You never really heard my call When I cried out that way With my face against the sun You pointed out for me to go Then you said I was the one Had to reap what you did sow Chorus Bridge: And hush-a-bye, don't ever think about it Go to sleep don't ever say one word Close your eyes, you are an angel sent down from above .. And Ray Charles was shot down But he got up to do his best A crowd of people gathered round To the question answered "yes" And you slapped me on the face I turned around the other cheek You couldn't really stand the pace And I would never be so meek Chorus bridge |
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