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Ring, ring, telephone ring, somebody said
Baby, what ya doin', I've been wonderin' where you been Now and then I think about you and me No use fightin' 'bout things we can't recall It don't matter now at all Just come on home, baby, we'll laugh and sing We'll make love, let the telephone ring Ring, ring, doorbell ring, baby, come on in Got Mel Blanc on the stereo I'm glad you come around, I've been feelin' down Just talkin' to Tony and Mario You know they make good conversation Still it ain't no consolation Cause I got love, baby I'll give you some and if somebody comes We'll let the doorbell ring Said, ring, ring, golden ring around the sun Around your pretty finger Ring, ring voices ring with a happy tune Anybody can be a singer The sun come up across the city I swear you never looked so doggone pretty Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the weddin' bells ring Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the weddin' bells ring Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the weddin' bells ring |
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I climbed the hill to Julie's house
The place I used to live I climbed the steps and tried the door And let myself in The kitchen clock I used to watch Had stopped at five to five A photograph I'd never seen A car came up the drive I stood outside the kitchen door And when she turned her head I said that I was back to stay She laughed at what I said She said that I'd grow old believing That I was what mattered most That I'd uncover real feelings As I got close I climbed the hill to Julie's house The place I used to live I climbed the steps and tried the door And let myself in She said that I'd grow old believing That I was what mattered most That I'd uncover real feelings As I got close |
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Mescal is free in Amanda's saloon for the boys from the old Broken Hole
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go You'd never believe such a happy town had a street called Sonora's death row Inside Amanda's we were all dancing with six of Amanda's gals I won some silver at 7-card stud so I was outdoing my pals But the whiskey and mescal and peso cigars drove me outside for some air Somebody whispered "Your life or your money," I reached but my gun wasn't there I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley, aware of the fool I had been Rushed to a saddle and grabbed someone's rifle and entered Amanda's again Where I saw my partners twirling my pistol and throwing my money around Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief And as I bowed my head a tremble shot through me, my pistol was still at my side I felt my pockets and there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried A nightmare of mescal was all that it was, no one had robbed me at all I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside the wall And the mescal's still free in Amanda's saloon for the boys from the old Broken Hole I'd pay a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row |
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Hearts that are broken and love that's untrue
These go with learning the game When you love her but she doesn't love you You're only learning the game When she says that You're the only one she'll ever love Then you find that You are not the one she's thinking of Feeling so sad 'cause you're always alone That's when you're learning the game Feeling so sad 'cause you're all alone and blue You're only learning the game When she says that You're the only one she'll ever love Then you find that You are not the one she's dreaming of Hearts that are broken and love that's untrue You're only learning the game When you love her but she doesn't love you That's when you're learning the game When she says that You're the only one she'll ever love Then you find that You are not the one she's dreaming of Feeling so sad 'cause you're all alone and blue You're only learning the game When you love her but she doesn't love you That's when you're learning the game |
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Why, why, why, why ...
I really wish I could explain it, baby (why) It's just the world is kinda crazy, baby (why) Ain't no pretty way to paint it, baby (why) Don't cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up 7 am west coast time, french toast And my turkey bacon, taking my time, awakin', turning on my TV To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw Me and my children, images were chillin' My son said "Daddy, were there people in that building?" A cold sweat, frozen, with a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn't bring it to my lips to say "Yes" to him That night at my son's side, he cried and prayed For the one's who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds and qualms with God He just kept on pressin' me, wanna know why Then one week later, our bombs were dropped We seein' them on CNN, they just won't stop The infra-red images of brutal attack He said "Daddy, now we killin' em back" (right, right) I really wish I could explain it, baby (why) It's just the world is kinda crazy, baby (why) Ain't no pretty way to paint it, baby (why) Don't cry, dry your eyes I really wish I could explain it, baby (why) It's just the world is kinda crazy, baby (why) Ain't no pretty way to paint it, baby (why) Don't cry, dry your eyes Souls are captured Dreams are stolen, hearts are broken Evil blatantly rewarded Hate surrenders, love exalted Hope elated, negativity is shorted Why is the bomb always gettin' the last word And why did her uncle have to molest her And why did all them cops have to be shootin' to kill And why did all them priests have to act so ill Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched Tell me why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us Tell me why did that sniper make the little boy shoot And why does human life always denied for loot Tell me why did Mandela have to live in a cage Why did my brother, Sterling, have to die at that age Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate And why the f ck can't love seem to defeat hate Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat Why did Pac and Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street Tell me why did Jam Master J have to go that way Please, what am I supposed to say to my kids when they say "Why?" I really wish I could explain it, baby (why) It's just the world is kinda crazy, baby (why) Ain't no pretty way to paint it, baby (why) Don't cry, dry your eyes I really wish I could explain it, baby (why) It's just the world is kinda crazy, baby (why) Ain't no pretty way to paint it, baby (why) Don't cry, dry your eyes Can't explain it baby, life is just really crazy I mean if it's world wars or the life of a little baby We got more stores than they got rice under Buddha lazy You live four score and still it be driving you crazy But for me, I try to see the bright side Sometimes it'd be like the goodness be tryin' to hide Then try to flee, but it can't it's deep inside Sweetie, you be the light for the others, make em believe in God Souls are captured Dreams are stolen, hearts are broken Evil blatantly rewarded Hate surrenders, love exalted Hope elated, negativity is shorted |
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See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I'll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Cares of the past are behind Nowhere to go but I'll find Just where the trail will wind Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds I know when night has gone That a new world's born at dawn I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Drifting, on and on Moving, on and on Wandering, on and on |
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Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream When I want you in my arms When I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream, dream, dream, dream When I feel blue in the night And I need you to hold me tight Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine Anytime night or day Only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away I need you so that I could die I love you so and that is why Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine Anytime night or day Only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away I need you so that I could die I love you so and that is why Whenever I want you, all I have to do is Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, dream |
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