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Now, Smackwater Jack,
He bought a shotgun 'Cause he was in the mood For a little confrontation. He just a-let it all hang loose; He didn't think about the noose. He couldn't take no more abuse So he shot down the congregation. You can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. Now, Big Jim the chief Stood for law and order. He called for the guard to come And surround the border. Now, from his bulldog mouth, As he led the posse south, Came the cry, "We got to ride To clean up the streets For our wives and our daughters!" You can't talk to a man When he don't wanna understand. No, no, no, no, no. The account of the capture Wasn't in the papers, But you know, they hanged ol' Smack right then Instead of later. You know, the people were quite pleased 'Cause the outlaw had been seized And on the whole, it was a very good year For the undertaker. You know, you know, you can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. A shotgun in his hand. Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. Yeah, Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. Oh, Smackwater Jack, yeah. Talkin' 'bout Smackwater Jack, yeah. Talkin' 'bout a-Smackwater Jack, now. Talkin' 'bout Smack. Talkin' 'bout Jack. Smackwater Jack, yeah. |
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I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down I feel my heart start to trembling Whenever you're around Ooh, baby, when I see your face Mellow as the month of May Oh, darling, I can't stand it When you look at me that way I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down I feel my heart start to trembling Whenever you're around Oh, darling, when you're near me And you tenderly call my name I know that my emotions Are something I just can't tame I've just got to have you, baby I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down I just lose control Down to my very soul I get a hot and cold all over I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, Tumbling down, tumbling down... |
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Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
And sometimes the blues get a hold of you Ah, just when you thought you had made it All around the block people will talk But I want to give it all that I got I just don't want, I don't want to waste it Talking 'bout-a sweet seasons on my mind Sure does appeal to me You know we can get there easily Just like a sailboat sailing on the sea Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose And most times you choose between the two Ah, wondering, wondering if you have made it But I'll have some kids and make my plans And I'll watch the seasons running away And I'll build me a life in the open, a life in the country I'm talking 'bout-a sweet seasons on my mind Sure does appeal to me You know we can get there easily Just like a sailboat a-sailing on the sea Talkin' 'bout-a sweet seasons Talkin' 'bout-a sweet, sweet, sweet seasons Talkin' 'bout-a sweet seasons Talkin' 'bout-a sweet seasons |
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Meet me on the highway,
Meet me on the road, As long as you've got to travel Don't you want someone to help you carry your load? |
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Carole King
Green fields and rolling hills Room enough to do what we will Sweet dreams of yestertime are running though my mind Of a place I left behind, been so long, I can't remember when I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again Been so long, I'm living till then Cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until I go back again. Though I'm content with myself Sometimes I long to be somewhere else I try to do what I can, but with our day to day demands We all need a promised land. Been so long, I can't remember when I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again Been so long, I'm living till then 'cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until I go back again. Oh I want to be there in the wintertime With a fireplace burning to warm me And you to hold me when it's stormy Been so long, I can't remember when I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again Been so long, I'm living till then. -- Gail |
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Like some nightbird homeward winging
He seeks that shelteredness Like the sailor's lost horizon He needs some place to rest The songs that he's been singing No longer make much sense And those strangers' cold perceptions They've killed his confidence Nightingale She sails away upon a sea of song Nightingale She serenades his lonely, lonely life along When his tired voice is broken His golden hope is gone She makes a loss so simple-longing somehow not so wrong Nightingale He was strong but he was taken By the thought of his success Those spotlight shadows how they lured him And took him like all the rest But that old dream don't look good now No it don't seem quite the same He needs to hear a tender word Won't you sing him home again Nightingale She sails away upon a sea of songs Nightingale She serenades his lonely, lonely life along When his strength is slowly going His pride is all but gone She makes a foolish dreamer listen To one last song Nightingale Sing sweet nightingale |
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Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine;
Make it nice, play it clean jazzman. When the jazzman's testifyin' a faithless man believes he can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees. It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide, a song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified. Jazzman take my blues away; make my pain the same as yours with every change you play. Jazzman, oh jazzman. When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low. It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul. He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears. He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near. Jazzman take my blues away; make my pain the same as yours with every change you play. Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around. Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman. |
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THAT'S HOW THINGS GO DOWN
by Carole King Here I am Carrying the child of our sweet love And you're far away That's how things go down But I want to see you again Though I've known Others in life who've made it on their own I'm afraid That's how things go down But I want to see you again Hey, with each day that passes by I pray that I will see you soon And you will be here with me To see the child being born Safe and sound All I can do is wait and hope that you'll Be around That's how things go down I want to see you again In the end All I can do is wait and hope that you'll Be around That's how things go down I want to see you again That's how things go down I want to see you again |
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As I bask in the glow of a just-lit fire
Feeling the warmth as the flames grow higher I think it's true that nothing is really new under the sun Watching a new love grow from old love's embers Yesterday's gone but today remembers Doesn't it seem to come down the same for everyone (Chorus) Only love is real Everything else illusion Adding to the confusion of the way we connive At being alive Tracing a line till we can define The thing that allows us to feel Only love is real Childhood dreams like muddy waters Flowing through me to my son and daughters Everything I ever thought is confirmed as truth to me Even as I see the way that I want to go now Still I had wished I had known what I know now Maybe I could have spared you Giving your youth to me (Chorus) Only love is real Everything else illusion Adding to the confusion of the way we connive At being alive Tracing a line till we can define The thing that allows us to feel Only love is real |
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