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| 3:12 | 
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Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes. Well, you can knock me down, Step in my face, Slander my name All over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my Blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. You can burn my house, Steal my car, Drink my liquor From an old fruitjar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. |
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| 4:41 |
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| 4:55 |
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| 4:13 |
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Love me tender
Love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will Love me tender Love me long Take me to your heart For it’s there that I belong And we’ll never part Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will Love me tender Love me dear Tell me you are mine I’ll be yours through all the years Till the end of time Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll He's a guitar man With a great big soul He lays down a beat Like a ton of coal He goes by the name of King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole When the king starts to do it It's as good as done He holds his guitar like a tommy gun He starts to growl From way down his throat He bends a string And "that's all she wrote" You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about pork and greens He sings some blues 'bout New Orleans You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole Well, he plays something evil Then he plays something sweet No matter how he plays You got to get up on your feet When he gets the rockin' fever baby, heaven sakes He don't stop playin' 'Till his guitar breaks You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole |
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| 3:07 |
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| 8. |
| 4:16 |
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Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher It's burning through to my soul Girl, girl, girl You gonna set me on fire My brain is flaming I don't know which way to go Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love Ooh, ooh, ooh, I feel my temperature rising Help me, I'm flaming I must be a hundred and nine Burning, burning, burning And nothing can cool me I just might turn into smoke But I feel fine Cause your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love With burning love Ah, ah, burning love I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love |
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| 0:55 |
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Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine Quiet thought come floating down And settle softly to the ground Like golden autumn leaves around my feet I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories, Sweet memories Of holding hands and red bouquets And twilight trimmed in purple haze And laughing eyes and simple ways And quiet nights and gentle days with you Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine, Memories, memories, sweet memories |
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| 10. |
| 4:40 |
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| 11. |
| 1:28 |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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| 1. |
| 1:11 |
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| 2. |
| 2:01 |
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| 3. |
| 1:58 |
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| 4. |
| 2:09 |
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| 5. |
| 2:44 |
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Love me tender
Love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will Love me tender Love me long Take me to your heart For it’s there that I belong And we’ll never part Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will Love me tender Love me dear Tell me you are mine I’ll be yours through all the years Till the end of time Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will |
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| 6. |
| 2:10 |
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There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll He's a guitar man With a great big soul He lays down a beat Like a ton of coal He goes by the name of King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole When the king starts to do it It's as good as done He holds his guitar like a tommy gun He starts to growl From way down his throat He bends a string And "that's all she wrote" You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about pork and greens He sings some blues 'bout New Orleans You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole Well, he plays something evil Then he plays something sweet No matter how he plays You got to get up on your feet When he gets the rockin' fever baby, heaven sakes He don't stop playin' 'Till his guitar breaks You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole |
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| 7. |
| 2:04 |
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I said, ′Take it easy, baby
I worked all day and my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails Flyin′ all over the place And the sweat poppin′ out of my head′ She said, ′Hey, Bossa nova, baby Keep on a workin′ child This ain′t no time to quit′ She said, ′Go, Bossa nova, baby Keep on dancin′ I′m about to have myself a fit′ Bossa nova, Bossa nova I said, ′Hey little mama Let′s sit down Have a drink and dig the band′ She said, ′Drink, drink, drink Oh, fiddle-de-dink I can dance with a drink in my hand′ She said ′Hey Bossa nova, baby Keep on workin′ child This ain′t no time to drink′ She said ′Go, Bossa nova, baby Keep on dancin′ ′Cause I ain′t got time to think′ I said, ′Come on, baby It′s hot in here And it′s oh so cool outside If you lend me a dollar I can buy some gas And we can go for a little ride′ She said, ′Hey Bossa nova, baby Keep on workin′ child I ain′t got time for that′ She said, ′Go Bossa nova, baby Keep on dancin′ Or I′ll find myself another cat′ |
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| 8. |
| 2:52 |
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Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher It's burning through to my soul Girl, girl, girl You gonna set me on fire My brain is flaming I don't know which way to go Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love Ooh, ooh, ooh, I feel my temperature rising Help me, I'm flaming I must be a hundred and nine Burning, burning, burning And nothing can cool me I just might turn into smoke But I feel fine Cause your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love With burning love Ah, ah, burning love I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love |
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| 9. |
| 3:08 |
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| 10. |
| 3:04 |
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| 11. |
| 2:45 |
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| 12. |
| 4:21 |
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We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out Because I love you too much baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say We can't go on together With suspicious minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds So, if an old friend I know Drops by to say hello Would I still see suspicion in your eyes Here we go again Asking where I've been You can't see these tears are real I'm crying We can't go on together With suspicious minds And be can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Oh let our love survive Or dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die When honey, you know I've never lied to you Mmm yeah, yeah |
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