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Galveston, oh Galveston
I still hear your sea winds blowing I still see her dark eyes glowing She was 21 When I left Galveston Galveston, oh Galveston I still hear your sea waves crashing While I watch the cannons flashing I clean my gun And dream of Galveston I still see her standing by the water Standing there looking out to sea And is she waiting there for me? On the beach where we used to run Galveston, oh Galveston I am so afraid of dying Before I dry the tears she's crying Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun At Galveston, at Galveston |
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Take my hand for a while
Explain it to me once again Just for the sake Of my-why broken heart Look into my eyes And maybe I will understand How love I counted on Was never there You see, I-I thought That you might love me So you caught me, it seems Off balance with a heart so full Of love and pretty dreams That two should share And so, I-I know But please before you go Take my hand for a while Explain it to me once again Just for the sake Of my-why broken heart |
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The palpitating beast that beats within my battered breast
Burning and bedevilling, not allowing any rest The thunder in my mind reflects the storm within my heart A blasting, blaring sound that tears my soul apart If this is love ... who needs it? There's a tender, tempting feeling that is growing in my mind Soothing and caressing a part of me that's blind A warming worm that's mellowing and eating my resolve Changing and challenging my cold heart to dissolve If this is love ... I want it! Now a flaming, flaring fire I feel has trapped me in it's trance Flashing and flickering and forcing me to dance I'm raised by its pure energy, aborning me anew Blinding but enlightening, I know the fire is you If this is love ... I need it If this is love ... I want it If this is what love is like ... oh yes, I need it Oh if this is what love is like, I wanna have a taste of it |
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| 2:29 |
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I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover you'll know who I am by the song that I sing
I'll ease at your table and I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberrys and I'll drink your sweet wine And a million tomorrows shall all pass away here I forget all the joy that is mine today I can't be contented withg yeasterday's glory I can't live on promissess winter just brings Today is my moment and right now is my story while I laught and I cry and I sing Today while the blossoms... |
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| 2:31 |
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Friends are never earned they're a gift from the loving God
And they're precious beyond human evaluation But you dare not take them for granted or they'll lift away like a smoke And the warmth of their caring will vanish into the chill of the endless nights Most of my friends are unknowns they probably won't even rate an obituary Unless they live and die in a small town Somewhere where nothing much ever happens But a few of my friends are big people They'd made the word ring with laughter down to this string of court They're famous sensitive talented and their names are household words And yet they're no more precious in God's eyes or in mine Than those wonderful nobodys who live and die in small towns Who is your friend he's someone who warms you with a nod Or with an unspoken word in hard times when you're hurting beyond words Who is your friend he's someone who holds you to her breast And sighs softly into your hair when no other medicine could possibly stop the pain A friend is someone who clings his glass against yours Or answers the phone at three in the morning when you're lost And with a few words of encouragement and concern Makes you realize that you're not really lost at all Friends come in both sexes in all shapes and sizes The most imprtant thing they have in common is their ability To share with you your most sky splitting joys Or your deepest most spelling ol' some sorrows for they're all your friends |
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| 2:55 |
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Written by Jimmy Webb - 1969
The end has come and found us here With our toys scattered all around us here The puzzle that we never found an answer for Still asks us, darlin', just what all the games were for And here we stand in a box of sand Where's the playground Susie? You're the one who's supposed to know her way around Where's the playground Susie If I don't stay around? If I don't stay around? The carousel has stopped us here It twirled a time or two and then it dropped us here And still you're not content with something about me But what merry-go-round can you ride without me To take your hand ? How would you stand? Where's the playground Susie If I decide to let you go and play around? Where's the playground Susie If I don't stay around? If I don't stay around? Where's the playground Susie? You're the one who's supposed to know her way around Where's the playground Susie If I decide to let you go and play around? |
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| 2:42 |
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some people run, some people crawl
some peope don't move at all some roads lead forward some roads lead back some roads are bathed in white some wrapped in black some people never get and some never give some people never die and some never live some folrs treat me mean some treat me kind most of them go their way and don't pay me any mind time, oh, good, good time where did you go time, oh, good, good time where did you go sometimes I'm satisfied, sometimes I'm not and sometimes it's hot at sunset I laugh , sunrise I cry at midnight I'm in between and I'm wondering why time, oh, good, good time where did you go time, oh, good, good time where did you go |
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| 3:02 |
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| 10. |
| 2:39 |
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Oh what a woman she treats me uncommonly good yeah she does
My my woman she treats me like my woman should yeah she does Well she's good as a woman can be anything to satisfy me Yes oh what a woman she treats me uncommonly good Well she cleans my house she sews my britches scratches my back everytime it itches Cooks my food and has my youngun's makes me proud that she's my woman yeah She knows I like cornbread butter milk onions and tomatoes White beans turnip greens Irish potatoes Sets me a table that's fit for a king cause she loves just being my queen Oh what a woman treats me uncommonly good Well some fellows don't know when they take a wife Just what kind of woman they're stuck with for life Now I've known men who took their spouse And she wound up wearin' the britches in the house Yeah but now my little woman on the other hand can't do enough to please her man Spends her time just bein' my girl and there's not another like her in the world no Oh what a woman she treats me uncommonly good yeah she does My my woman she treats me like my woman should Well she's good as a woman can be anything to satisfy me Well oh what a woman treats me uncommon uncommonly good |
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| 1:51 |
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You know, my love, my only wish is happiness for you
So I work real hard to strike it rich but everytime I do I blow it all on some old witch I hardly ever knew How come everytime I itch I wind up scratchin' you When everything's ain't going right, I hurry home to you You kiss my lips and you comfort me as only you can do But the eagle flies on Friday night and my senses fly off too How come everytime I itch I wind up scratchin' you I dream of coming home to you; a knight in shining armour 'Cause it seems to me that you rate much more Than a broken down, busted farmer Everytime I get ahead, I act like someone new I waste the whole night talking big and spending money too Then I sneak in bed beside you; broke and blue How come everytime I itch I wind up scratchin' you, ahhh How come everytime I itch I wind up scratchin' you |
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