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Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see. Well you've come a long way since September, But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie, girl, I'm a very patient person, But I'll have to shut you down, If you don't give up your flirting. Leave him alone, 'cos I know he loves me. Leave him alone, 'cos he tells me he loves me. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Seventeen, high-school queen, Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see. Well you've come a long way since September, But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie, girl, although you're my little sister, Well you're not without your charms, I'm not sure that he'll resist you. Give it all up, for we see you crying. Give it all up, 'cos I know you've been trying. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. ( to fade, with backing vocals of 'Oh, Sylvie girl, oh Sylvie girl.' Nit Music ManiaClub ... Angel's Wings |
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I ain't got no home, I'm just a ramblin' around Work when I can get it, I roam from town to town The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farmin' shares and always I was done My debts they was so many they wouldn't go around Drought got my crops and Mr. Banker's at my door And I ain't got no home in this world anymore Six children I have raised, they're scattered and they're gone And my darling wife to heaven she has flown She died of the fever upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn I been workin' mister since the day that I was born I worry all the time like I never did before Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore Now I just ramble around to see what I can see This wide wicked world is a funny place to be The gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I'm stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me A hundred thousand others and a hundred thousand more I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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Rainy night down in the engine house Sleepin' just as still as a mouse A man came along and chase us out in the rain Well was that a vigilante man? Stormy days, we pass the time away Sleeping in some good warm place A cop come along we give him a little race Say was that a vigilante man? Well tell me why does a vigilante man Tell me why does a vigilante man Carry that sawed off shotgun in his hands To shoot his brothers and sisters down that no good vigilante man Well i ramble around from town to town Yeah i ramble around from town to town Yeah and they run us around like a wild herd of cattle lord Is that your vigilante man? Well tell me why does a vigilante man Tell me why does a vigilante man Carry that club in his hands Would he beat an innocent man down that no good vigilante man |
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Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me As I was walking a ribbon of highway I saw above me an endless skyway I saw below me a golden valley This land was made for you and me Chorus I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me Chorus The sun comes shining as I was strolling The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The fog was lifting a voice come chanting This land was made for you and me Chorus As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there And that sign said - no tress passin' But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me! Chorus In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple Near the relief office - I see my people And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin' If this land's still made for you and me. Chorus (2x) |
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