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I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me, but what do I see Just you comin' and spillin' juice over me Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again Now, you take your file and you bend my head I never can remember anything that you said You promised to love me, but what do I know You're always spillin' juice on me like you got someplace to go Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again - 간 주 중 - Now, I've had enough, my box is clean You know what I'm sayin' and you know what I mean From now on you'd best get on someone else While you're doin' it, keep that juice to yourself Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again |
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I had a hard time waking this morning
I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours They keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the time I've had a hard time waking most mornings And it's been that way for a month or more You've had things your way But now I've got to say I'm on my way out the door Chorus: Why don't you get right, try to get right, baby You haven't been right with me, why don't you get right? Try and get right, baby, don't you remember how it used to be? You had a hard time waking this morning And I can see it in your empty eyes But there's no need for talking Or walking round the block Just to figure out the reason why I have a hard time handing out warnings I'll just slide on out the door Cuz I'm tired of everything Being beautiful, beautiful And I ain't coming back no more |
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Well, that big dumb blonde
With her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in the cash They're all gonna be there At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Ev'rybody from right now To over there and back The louder they come The harder they crack Come now, sweet cream Don't forget to flash We're all gonna meet At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I took my counselor Out to the barn Silly Nelly was there She told him a yarn Then along came Jones Emptied the trash Ev'rybody went down To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I'm hittin' it too hard My stones won't take I get up in the mornin' But it's too early to wake First it's hello, goodbye Then push and then crash But we're all gonna make it At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I looked at my watch I looked at my wrist Punched myself in the face With my fist I took my potatoes Down to be mashed Then I made it over To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash |
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| 3:30 |
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(by j.r. robertson)
Stranded out in the night, Eliza took me down To see the widow give Rain to the town. It's against the law To be a tonic man, But the widow knows She's got the upper hand. So I went on in Feelin' kinda wheezy. You know she soothed my mind, boys, She rocked me kinda slow and easy All day and all night. Pick a card before you go It's a long trip to mexico. Eliza wait by the door, I can't stay here anymore, no, no. Then she took a pill She washed her feet in the mud She said "look out son, You know, I just ordered a flood For forty days and forty nights". Then I dropped my shoes, Eliza called my name. She said it looked to her Like it's gonna rain. Then the cotton king Came in chokin' And the widow laughed and said: "i ain't jokin'. Take once for all" She said "now don't ya tease me. I just fell in love, boy, So rock me kinda slow and kinda easy, All day and all night." Sweet william said With a drunken head: "if I had a boat, I'd help y'all float". Eliza stood there watching, William in a trance, As the widow did the st. vitus dance. But just then an old man With a boat named "breezy" Said: "you can ride with clyde, boys, If you rock it kinda slow and easy, All day and all night". |
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| 5:28 |
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I'm going down to Rose Marie's
She never does me wrong. She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the hell The stars ain't falling down. I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal I don't see no one around. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see fat gut Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, whenever I get up And I ain't got what I see I just make it down to Rose Marie's 'Bout a quarter after three. There are worse ways of getting there And I ain't complainin' none. If the clouds don't drop and the train don't stop I'm bound to meet the sun. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, if someone offers me a joke I just say no thanks. I try to tell it like it is And keep away from pranks. Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down I just go pump on it some. Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places And just set there waitin' for me to come. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. |
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I pulled out for San Anton',
I never felt so good. My woman said she'd meet me there And of course, I knew she would. The coachman, he hit me for my hook And he asked me my name. I give it to him right away, Then I hung my head in shame. Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! I come into Pittsburgh At six-thirty flat. I found myself a vacant seat An' I put down my hat. "What's the matter, Molly, dear, What's the matter with your mound?" "What's it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!" Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! I bought my girl A herd of moose, One she could call her own. Well, she came out the very next day To see where they had flown. I'm goin' down to Tennessee, Get me a truck 'r somethin'. Gonna save my money and rip it up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! Now, I come in on a ferris wheel An' boys, I sure was slick. I come in like a ton of bricks, Laid a few tricks on 'em. Goin' back to Pittsburgh, Count up to thirty, Round that horn and ride that herd, Gonna thread up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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(r. danko and j.r. robertson)
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing Now and again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing 'Cause now I'm goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith And when I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do |
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| 9. |
| 2:58 |
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After a while we took in the clothes,
Nobody said very much. Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch. Mama come in and picked up a book An' Papa asked her what it was. Someone else asked, "What do you care?" Papa said, "Well, just because." Then they started to take back their clothes, Hang 'em on the line. It was January the thirtieth And everybody was feelin' fine. The next day everybody got up Seein' if the clothes were dry. The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed, Mama, of course, she said, "Hi!" "Have you heard the news?" he said, with a grin, "The Vice-President's gone mad!" "Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night." "Hmm, say, that's too bad!" "Well, there's nothin' we can do about it," said the neighbor, "It's just somethin' we're gonna have to forget." "Yes, I guess so," said Ma, Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet. I reached up, touched my shirt, And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?" I said, "Some of 'em, not all of 'em." He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores?" I said, "Sometime, not all the time." Then my neighbor, he blew his nose Just as papa yelled outside, "Mama wants you t' come back in the house and bring them clothes." Well, I just do what I'm told, So, I did it, of course. I went back in the house and Mama met me And then I shut all the doors. |
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| 2:49 |
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Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling brook Oh yeah! Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! That's underneath that tree There's gonna be just you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! I push him back and I stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line I get on board in two-eyed time Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Underneath that tree There's just gonna be you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Now, who's on the table. who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who's on the table, who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell? The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree |
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| 2:33 |
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Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to my room? I'm a good ol' boy But I've been sniffin' too many eggs Talkin' to too many people Drinkin' too many kegs Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Well, I'm groanin' in a hallway Pretty soon I'll be mad Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to your dad? I can drink like a fish I can crawl like a snake I can bite like a turkey I can slam like a drake Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Now, don't crowd me, lady Or I'll fill up your shoe I'm a sweet bourbon daddy An' tonight I am blue I'm a thousand years old And I'm a generous bomb I'm T-boned and punctured But I'm known to be calm Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Now, I'm startin' to drain My stool's gonna squeak If I walk too much farther My crane's gonna leak Look, Missus Henry There's only so much I can do Why don't you look my way An' pump me a few? Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime |
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We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day, And now you'd throw us all aside And put us on our way. Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so, To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him, "No"? Tears of rage, tears of grief, Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know We're so alone And life is brief. We pointed out the way to go And scratched your name in sand, Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand. Now, I want you to know that while we watched, You discover there was no one true. Most ev'rybody really thought It was a childish thing to do. Tears of rage, tears of grief, Must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know We're so low And life is brief. It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe. And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse. But, oh, what kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief, Must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know We're so low And life is brief. |
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Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease. One man's temper rises While another man's temper might freeze. In the day of confession We cannot mock a soul. Oh, when there's too much of nothing, No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Too much of nothing Can cause a man to weep. He can walk the streets like most supposed to But he'd like to keep Now, it's all been done before, It's all been written in the book, But when there's too much of nothing, Nobody should look. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Too much of nothing Can make a man a liar, It can cause one man to sleep on nails It can cause others to eat fire. Ev'rybody's doin' somethin', I heard it in a dream, But when there's too much of nothing, It just makes a fella mean. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion |
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| 2:15 |
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Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus. Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too, Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out For Wichita in a pile of fruit. Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle. Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it. Slap that drummer with a pie that smells. Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus. The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus. Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread |
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Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing And now again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do There's so much time has gone right on by I didn't think one could be so wrong And then one night I was drinkin' and a-thinkin' In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie's face so strong I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do When she sees me will she know what I've been through? Will old times start to feelin' like new? When I get there will our love still feel so true? Yet all I have, I'll be a-bringin' it to you Oh Bessie, sing them old-time blues |
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Crash on the levee, mama
Water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise No boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet You can rock this joint But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Now, don't you try an' move me You're just gonna lose There's a crash on the levee And mama, you've been refused Well, it's sugar for sugar And salt for salt If you go down in the flood It's gonna be your own fault Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Well, that high tide's risin' Mama, don't you let me down Pack up your suitcase Mama, don't you make a sound Now, it's king for king Queen for queen It's gonna be the meanest flood That anybody's seen Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. |
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| 3:17 |
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(by j.r. robertson and r. manuel)
Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and show you, Caught ya with the trickster too. Sometimes I wonder how ya knew A hypnotist, fancytalker, Ruben remus ain't no doctor I knew the man and tried to remember Just where it was that I'd seen his face. Long ago, in a movie show, He was like that man singin' bass. Knew him by his nurs'ry rhyme: The story of the rabbit man. Fell right in and said to him: "i'd like to help you if I can." I know the film would only shock ya, Ruben remus ain't no doctor! He only needed what you had, Asked for nothing more, Said he'd like to take you on, But it's been done before. You couldn't see he's a travelin' man And he cannot take your hand. It's very hard to understand Why his songs were never banned. Guess the man would never knock ya, Ruben remus ain't no doctor! No one seen ya since he's been gone, It's been a day, maybe more. I took a walk in your yard And knocked on your back door. Why don't you let me in? I'm not the man who did ya in. Is mr. remus still your friend? You say you don't remember him. Turn me down, would ya? Well, I've got news for you. Turn me down would ya, Can't ya tell I'm gonna change your mind before i'm... trough... |
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Well you can tell ev'rybody
Down in ol' Frisco Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello Now ev'ry boy and girl's Gonna get their bang 'Cause Tiny Montgomery's Gonna shake that thing Tell ev'rybody Down in ol' Frisco That Tiny Montgomery's comin' Down to say hello Skinny Moo and Half-track Frank They're gonna both be gettin' Outa the tank One bird book And a buzzard and a crow Tell 'em all That Tiny's gonna say hello Scratch your dad Do that bird Suck that pig And bring it on home Pick that drip And bake that dough Tell 'em all That Tiny says hello Now he's king of the drunks An' he squeezes, too Watch out, Lester Take it, Lou Join the monks The C.I.O. Tell 'em all That Tiny Montgomery says hello Now grease that pig And sing praise Go on out And gas that dog Trick on in Honk that stink Take it on down And watch it grow Play it low And pick it up Take it on in In a plucking cup Three-legged man And a hot-lipped hoe Tell 'em all Montgomery says hello Well you can tell ev'rybody Down in ol' Frisco Tell 'em all Montgomery says hello |
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Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! I don't care How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Buy me a flute And a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself To the tree with roots You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Genghis Khan He could not keep All his kings Supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair |
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Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly. I went down to the river on a Saturday morn, A-lookin' around just to see who's born. I found a little chicken down on his knees, I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!" He said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." I went down to the corner at a-half past ten, I's lookin' around, I wouldn't say when. I looked down low, I looked above, And who did I see but the one I love. She said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve, A-lookin' around just to see myself. I spotted a horse and a donkey, too, I looked for a cow and I saw me a few. They said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night, A-lookin' around, it was outa sight. I looked high and low for that big ol' tree, I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me. I said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly |
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| 4:23 |
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Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you, Not out of spite or anger But simply because it's true. Now, I hope you won't object to this, Giving back all of what you owe, The fewer words you have to waste on this, The sooner you can go. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty of rest. Nothing was delivered But I can't say I sympathize With what your fate is going to be, Yes, for telling all those lies. Now you must provide some answers For what you sell has not been received, And the sooner you come up with them, The sooner you can leave. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty rest. (Now you know) Nothing was delivered And it's up to you to say Just what you had in mind When you made ev'rybody pay. No, nothing was delivered, Yes, 'n' someone must explain That as long as it takes to do this Then that's how long that you'll remain. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty rest. |
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Now, there's a certain thing That I learned from Jim That he'd always make sure I'd understand And that is that there's a certain way That a man must swim If he expects to live off Of the fat of the land. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. Now, there's a certain thing That I learned from my friend, Mouse A fella who always blushes And that is that ev'ryone Must always flush out his house If he don't expect to be Goin' 'round housing flushes. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. "Take care of all your memories" Said my friend, Mick "For you cannot relive them And remember when you're out there Tryin' to heal the sick That you must always First forgive them." Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. |
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| 3:40 |
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Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it's not for fun. Long-distance operator, Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun. I gotta get a message to my baby, You know, she's not just anyone. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. Ev'rybody wants to make a long-distance call But you know they're just gonna have to wait. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. This phone booth's on fire, It's getting hot inside. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Long-distance operator, I believe I'm stranglin' on this telephone wire. |
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If your mem'ry serves you well,
We were goin' to meet again and wait, So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late. No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell, But you know that we shall meet again If your mem'ry serves you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! If your mem'ry serves you well, I was goin' to confiscate your lace, And wrap it up in a sailor's knot And hide it in your case. If I knew for sure that it was yours . . . But it was oh so hard to tell. But you knew that we would meet again, If your mem'ry serves you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! If your mem'ry serves you well, You'll remember you're the one That called on me to call on them To get you your favors done. And after ev'ry plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell, You knew that we would meet again, If your mem'ry served you well. This wheel's on fire, Rolling down the road, Best notify my next of kin, This wheel shall explode! |
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