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Why are there so many songs about rainbows, And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, And rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told and some choose to believe it, I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers and me. Who said that every wish would be heard and answered, When wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it, And look what it's done so far. What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing And what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers, and me. All of us under its spell, We know that it's probably magic. Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name. Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same. I've heard it too many times to ignore it, It's something that I'm supposed to be. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers, and me. |
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| 2:31 |
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I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before First is the sunshine, the second is rain Third is the roses that bloom in the lane There's no need explaining The one remaining is somebody I adore I'm looking over a four leaf clover That I overlooked before I'm looking over a four leaf clover That I overlooked before First is the sunshine, the second is rain Third is the roses that bloom in the lane There's no need explaining The one remaining is somebody I adore I'm looking over a four leaf clover That I overlooked before, that I overlooked before |
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| 2:38 | 
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| 4:15 |
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| 1:29 |
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Won't you ride in my little red wagon
I'd love to pull you down the street I'll bet all the kids will be jealous When they see my playmate so sweet Hold tight till we come to the hilltop Then we'll coast down the hill, you and me Won't you ride in my little red wagon For you are my sweetheart to be |
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| 1:38 |
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| 7. |
| 3:21 |
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| 8. |
| 3:17 |
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| 9. |
| 2:46 |
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Once I knowed a guitar picker, lived his life on wine and liquor
Runnin' around in one of them new machines He was about the proudest feelin', wheelin', dealin' Sneakin', stealin', aggravatin' man I've ever seen Nothin' but a midnight rambler, biggest drunkard and a gambler He'd do anything that wasn't nice Huntin', golfin', fishin', swimmin', runnin' around with other women Playin' dominoes and shootin' dice Then one night as he was dinin', while the moon was brightly shinin' With his secret love he was so gay He would laugh and call her 'Honey' while she proudly spent his money As they hugged and smooched the time away Laughin', jokin', dinin', dancin' Plannin' parties and romancin', havin' fun regardless of the price Eatin' caviar and chicken, strummin' his guitar and pickin' Playin' dominoes and shootin' dice Then his wife walked in and found him with that pretty girl around him Started makin' headway for the gate When he seen those girls dividin', he commenced to slip and slidin' But he seemed to know it was too late Crowds began to gettin' thinner, they jumped up and left their dinner No one seemed to have an appetite Not a person dare defend her, everyone jumped out the window No one hung around to see the fight Then she grabbed him by the collar, he commenced to squeal and holler As she plastered him betwixt the eyes And then his old guitar she swung it, o'er his head she proudly hung it Bruises, knots and bumps began to rise He leapt up and tried to squeeze her, but she warped 'cross the beezer Pulled a pistol and shot him once or twice When the wicked fight was over, he was laid beneath the clover No more dominoes and shootin' dice |
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| 1:57 |
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If we're backin' up it's just to get a runnin' start
'Cause everything we do we do with all our hearts And it don't really matter what they say We wouldn't have it any other way We play our songs and play our old guitars And it don't really matter where we are We wake up in a new world every day And we wouldn't have it any other way We wouldn't have it any other way And it don't really matter what they say We wake up in a new world every day And we wouldn't have it any other way And when it's time for us to move along To a place we sometimes sing of in our songs Raise your glasses high on that fine day 'Cause we wouldn't have it any other way We wouldn't have it any other way And it don't really matter what they say We wake up in a new world every day And we wouldn't have it any other way We wouldn't have it any other way |
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| 11. |
| 7:21 |
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Well I'm gon' tell you baby
We'll move away from here Gonna sell my icebox and buy me a Frigidaire When we move out on the outskirts of town Cause I don't want nobody foolin' or always hangin' round It may sound funny honey, funny as it can be If we ever have any children I want 'em all to look like me When we move, way out on the outskirts of town Cause I don't want nobody foolin' there always hangin' round (Keb' Mo') I'm gon' bring me own grocery I'm gon' bring 'em everyday I don't like that grocery boy I gotta keep him away When we move way out on the outskirts of town No no, I don't want nobody always hangin' round Well now, I don't want nobody always hangin' round |
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| 3:44 |
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| 13. |
| 4:34 |
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