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Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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from Jim Croce - Singer Songwriter (2002)
Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin's Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days That (when) we were walking in The Alabama rain Drive-in movies, Friday nights Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened We were only kids But then I've never heard it said That kids can't fall in love And feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you "I love you" On a dusty mid-July Country summer's evenin's Weepin' willows sang its lullaby And shared our secret Walking in the Alabama rain |
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from Jim Croce - Singer Songwriter (2002)
Now the south side of Chicago
Is (It's) the baddest part of town And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just) beware Of a man (cat) named Leroy Brown Now Leroy (Brown) he's trouble And he stands about six feet four All the downtown ladies call him: "treetop lover" The studs they call him: "Sir" (Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town Badder that old King Kong (And( (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog Now Leroy he's a gambler And he likes (digs) his (those) fancy clothes He likes to wave his (that) (great big / big fat) (shinny) diamond ring(s) Under (In front of) everybody's nose He's got a custom Continental He's got an Eldorado too He's got a 22 (32) gun in his pocket for fun He's got a razor in his (the razor in the) shoe (Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town Badder that old King Kong (And( (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog Now Friday - 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the end (edge) of the bar, sat (was) a lady (chick) named Dorris (Morris) Man she sure looked nice And (Well/Then) he layed his eyes upon her That's when the big scene (trouble soon) began And Leroy Brown he learned a lesson 'bout messin' With the wife of a jealous man (Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town Badder that old King Kong (And) (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog |
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from Jim Croce - Singer Songwriter (2002)
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these to remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day, when I called you mine But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say goodbye And of all of the things that we knew Not a dream survived Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can't be true It's all I've left of you But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then |
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from Jim Croce - Singer Songwriter (2002)
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days |
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from Jim Croce - Singer Songwriter (2002)
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Seems like such a long time ago,
I was walking on a lonely road. Getting tired of dreaming alone, like all the lonely people I had known. Seems like such a long time ago, there was no one who would share my song. I was just a boy far from home, but I became a man when you came along. We spent the whole night talking. You said you'd like to see the sun rise. But in the gold of morning, was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes. I was so afraid to touch you, thought you were too young, you know. So I just watched you sleeping. Then you woke and said to me, The night is cold, it frightens me. I could sleep so easy next to you. Wasn't very long ago, you said that you would like to share my role. Then you started singing my song. Spent so many nights a-waiting, Lets not spend a moments wasting time, because we have very far to go. I will go if you will take me, I have never had a lover. I am young but I am so alone. We spent the whole night talking. But in the gold of morning... |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin's Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days That (when) we were walking in The Alabama rain Drive-in movies, Friday nights Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened We were only kids But then I've never heard it said That kids can't fall in love And feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you "I love you" On a dusty mid-July Country summer's evenin's Weepin' willows sang its lullaby And shared our secret Walking in the Alabama rain |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistling down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I go there proud Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Well, I know I can share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by |
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We've been runnin' away from somethin' we both know
We've long run out of things to say and I think I'd better go So don't be gettin' excited oh-when you hear that slammin' door Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin' And we've been hidin' from somethin' that should have never gone this far But after all it's what we've done that makes us what we are And you've been talkin' in silence well if it's silence you adore Oh there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans upon your door One less voice a-talkin' But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin' |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Operator, well could you help me place this call
See, the number on the match book is old and faded She's living in L.A With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels Operator, well could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eyes You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels No, no, no, no That's not the way it feels Operator, well let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Ah, you've been so much more then kind You can keep the dime But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these to remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day, when I called you mine But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say goodbye And of all of the things that we knew Not a dream survived Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can't be true It's all I've left of you But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' shine outta Alabam' Oh the demolition derby And the figure eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin fool He don't know what fear's about. He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin at the camera With a tooth pick in his mouth. He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin for that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet. Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Sometimes I think about our good old high school days
You would always kid about my adolescent ways Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too Haven't seen to many of the old crew The time just flew, and how are you? Strange we should meet here Seeing off our friends It's hard to draw the line between Beginnings and ends Oh, Mary, Mary, must you go so soon? We must be a sight to see Salon and Saloon I'll look you up soon Maybe sing you a tune |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
Well it started out just like a dream
And like a dream I knew that what we had, Would have to end Cuz I was lookin' for a, Lifetime lover and, You were lookin' for a friend Someone to be there After all your night time lovers had gone, The way they came Someone who knew the way And helped to play your daytime game It's not the same Well I started out pretending that I'd, Come to mean enough to you to make, You want to change Then I came to realize that There was just too much of you you'd have, To rearrange And I couldn't bear to wait around For all your night time lovers to go, The way they came And it came to hurt too much for me To have to play your daytime games No one's to blame Well it started out just like a dream And like a dream I knew that what we had, Would have to end Cuz I was lookin' for a, Lifetime lover and, You were lookin' for a friend I was lookin' for a, Lifetime lover and, You were lookin' for a friend |
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from Jim Croce - Classic Hits (2004)
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with |
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from Jim Croce - Down The Highway (2004)
Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin's Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days That (when) we were walking in The Alabama rain Drive-in movies, Friday nights Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened We were only kids But then I've never heard it said That kids can't fall in love And feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you "I love you" On a dusty mid-July Country summer's evenin's Weepin' willows sang its lullaby And shared our secret Walking in the Alabama rain |
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from Jim Croce - Down The Highway (2004)
Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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from Jim Croce - Down The Highway (2004)
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistling down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I go there proud Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Well, I know I can share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by |
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from Jim Croce - Down The Highway (2004)
With just a sleeping bag
And an old guitar I left the band in New Orleans I did some time with the bottle Some with the river queens I never thought I would meet a girl Who could turn my head around 'Til I met that Mississippi lady In sleepy Gulfport town, she was a Mississippi lady My lovin' Gulfport gal She taught me how to love And she really loved me well She took me up to heaven Then she brought me down That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown Hot July in Gulfport And I was working in the bars And she was working on the street With the rest of the evening stars She said, "I never met a guy Who could turn my head around" And that's really sayin' something For sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a Now I'm back in New York City Playin' in a band But my mind's on Mississippi Is it hard to understand I never thought I would meet a girl Who could bring me that far down Like the girl I met in Gulfport Sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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from Jim Croce - Down The Highway (2004)
Ol' man river.
That ol' man river. He must know somethin' But he don't say nothin' That ol' man river he just keeps rollin' along He don't plant tators He don't plant cotton. Them that plants 'em is soon forgotten. But ol' man river He just keeps rollin' along. You and me We sweat and strain. Body all achin' And wracked with pain. Tote that barge. Lift that bale. Get a little drunk And you land in jail. But I get weary Sick of tryin' Cause I'm tired of livin' But I'm scared of dyin' And ol' man river He just keeps rollin' along. You and me We sweat and strain. Body all achin' And wracked with pain. Tote that barge. Lift that bale. Get a little drunk And you land in jail. But I get weary Sick of tryin' Cause I'm tired of livin' But I'm scared of dyin' And ol' man river He just keeps rollin' along. |
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from Jim Croce - Live The Final Tour (2004)
If you get to feelin' all alone
When your good time friends have all got up and gone Don't come knockin' around my door Because I've heard your lines before And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a bad mistake You know that some women, they are lovers And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men If you get to feeling all alone When you find that you can't make it on your own Don't come knockin' around my door You see I've seen your act before If you get to feelin' you were wrong Don't go wastin' your good money on the phone 'Cause I can hang up as fast as you can call And that ain't all And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a complete disgrace You know that some women they are liars And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men Yeah a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men |
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from Jim Croce - Live The Final Tour (2004)
Operator, well could you help me place this call
See, the number on the match book is old and faded She's living in L.A With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels Operator, well could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eyes You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels No, no, no, no That's not the way it feels Operator, well let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Ah, you've been so much more then kind You can keep the dime But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels |
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from Jim Croce - Live The Final Tour (2004)
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena |
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from Jim Croce - Live The Final Tour (2004)
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena |
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from Jim Croce - Live The Final Tour (2004)
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistling down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I go there proud Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Well, I know I can share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by |
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from 비오는 날의 슬픈연가 - Time In A Bottle (2005)
If I could save time in a bottle the first thing that I'd like to do is to save every day 'til eternity passes away just to spend them with you if I could make days last forever if words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then again I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want once you find them I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes and dreams that had never come true the box would be empty except for the memories of how they were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want once you find them I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Seems like such a long time ago,
I was walking on a lonely road. Getting tired of dreaming alone, like all the lonely people I had known. Seems like such a long time ago, there was no one who would share my song. I was just a boy far from home, but I became a man when you came along. We spent the whole night talking. You said you'd like to see the sun rise. But in the gold of morning, was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes. I was so afraid to touch you, thought you were too young, you know. So I just watched you sleeping. Then you woke and said to me, The night is cold, it frightens me. I could sleep so easy next to you. Wasn't very long ago, you said that you would like to share my role. Then you started singing my song. Spent so many nights a-waiting, Lets not spend a moments wasting time, because we have very far to go. I will go if you will take me, I have never had a lover. I am young but I am so alone. We spent the whole night talking. But in the gold of morning... |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin's Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' But now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days That (when) we were walking in The Alabama rain Drive-in movies, Friday nights Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened We were only kids But then I've never heard it said That kids can't fall in love And feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you "I love you" On a dusty mid-July Country summer's evenin's Weepin' willows sang its lullaby And shared our secret Walking in the Alabama rain |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Well, out of Southern Illinois
Come a down home country boy. He's gonna make it in the city Playin' guitar in the studio. Well he hadn't been there an hour, When he met a Broadway flower, You know she took him for his money And she left him in a cheap hotel. Oh, well, it's easy for you to see That that country boy is me Saying "And how am I gonna ever break the news to the folks back home?" Well, I was gonna be a great success, Things sure ended up a mess, But in the process I got messed up too. "Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name. Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway, And tonight they say it's gonna rain. And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again, Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten." Well, back in Southern Illinois They're still worryin' 'bout their boy. But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare. Because as soon as I got my bread I got a pipe upside my head. You know they left me in an alley, Took my money and my guitar, too. "Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name. Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway, And tonight they say it's gonna rain. And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again, Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten." |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Hey tomorrow, where are you goin'
Do you have some room for me 'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin' I'll have a new day if she'll have me Hey tomorrow, I can't show you nothin' You've seen it all pass by your door So many times I said I been changin' Then slipped into patterns of what happened before "Cause I've been wasted and I've over-tasted All the things that life gave to me And I've been trusted, abused and busted And I've been taken by those close to me Hey tomorrow you've gotta believe that I'm through wastin' whats left of me 'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin' I'll have a new day if she'll have me |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistling down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I go there proud Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Well, I know I can share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
With just a sleeping bag
And an old guitar I left the band in New Orleans I did some time with the bottle Some with the river queens I never thought I would meet a girl Who could turn my head around 'Til I met that Mississippi lady In sleepy Gulfport town, she was a Mississippi lady My lovin' Gulfport gal She taught me how to love And she really loved me well She took me up to heaven Then she brought me down That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown Hot July in Gulfport And I was working in the bars And she was working on the street With the rest of the evening stars She said, "I never met a guy Who could turn my head around" And that's really sayin' something For sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a Now I'm back in New York City Playin' in a band But my mind's on Mississippi Is it hard to understand I never thought I would meet a girl Who could bring me that far down Like the girl I met in Gulfport Sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown That Mississippi lady Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
If you get to feelin' all alone
When your good time friends have all got up and gone Don't come knockin' around my door Because I've heard your lines before And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a bad mistake You know that some women, they are lovers And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men If you get to feeling all alone When you find that you can't make it on your own Don't come knockin' around my door You see I've seen your act before If you get to feelin' you were wrong Don't go wastin' your good money on the phone 'Cause I can hang up as fast as you can call And that ain't all And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a complete disgrace You know that some women they are liars And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men Yeah a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
We've been runnin' away from somethin' we both know
We've long run out of things to say and I think I'd better go So don't be gettin' excited oh-when you hear that slammin' door Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin' And we've been hidin' from somethin' that should have never gone this far But after all it's what we've done that makes us what we are And you've been talkin' in silence well if it's silence you adore Oh there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans upon your door One less voice a-talkin' But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin' |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Operator, well could you help me place this call
See, the number on the match book is old and faded She's living in L.A With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels Operator, well could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eyes You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels No, no, no, no That's not the way it feels Operator, well let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Ah, you've been so much more then kind You can keep the dime But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these to remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day, when I called you mine But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say goodbye And of all of the things that we knew Not a dream survived Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can't be true It's all I've left of you But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days |
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from Jim Croce - Best/ I Got Name (2006)
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with |
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from Jim Croce - Have You Heard Jim Croce Live [live] (2006)
Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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