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It cost me a lot
But theres one thing that I've got Its my man Its my man Cold or wet Tired, you bet All of this I'lll soon forget With my man He is not much on looks He is no hero out of books But I love him Yes, I love him Two or three girls has he That he likes as well as me But I love him I dont know why I should He isn't true He beats me, too What can I do? Oh, my man, I love him so He'll never know All my life is just a spare But I dont care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright All right What's the difference if I say I'll go away When I know I'll come back On my knees someday For whatever my man is I'm his forevermore |
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop |
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Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black culture's Sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers And prayers that I say I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go For death is no dream And in death I'm caressing you With the last Breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I awake and I find You asleep in the deep of my heart Deep Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin' Oh, what I've been missin' Lover man, oh, where can you be? The night is cold and I'm so alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own Got a moon above me But no one to love me Lover man, oh, where can you be? I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears Then whisper sweet Little things in my ear Hugging and a-kissing Oh, what I've been missing Lover man, oh, where can you be? |
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own |
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I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes And you have a certain lil' cute way of flirtin' With them there eyes They make me feel so happy They make me feel so blue I'm fallin' No stallin' In a great big way for you My heart is jumpin' You've started somethin With them there eyes You'de better look out little brown eyes if you're wise They sparkle They bubble They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble Oh baby them there eyes You're overworkin' them There's danger lurkin' in Them there eyes Maybe you think I'm just flirtin' Maybe you think I'm all lies Just because I get romantic when I gaze in Them there eyes |
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You′d be so easy to love
So easy to idolize All others above So worth the yearning for So swell to keep every homefire burning for We′d be so grand at the game So carefree together That it does seem a shame That you can′t see Your future with me ′Cause you′d be oh, so easy to love |
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