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| 1. |
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Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it's magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll If you believe in magic don't bother to choose If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues Just go and listen it'll start with a smile It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find How you got there, so just blow your mind If you believe in magic, come along with me We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me And maybe, if the music is right I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see How the magic's in the music and the music's in me Yeah, do you believe in magic Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul Believe in the magic of rock and roll Believe in the magic that can set you free Ohh, talking 'bout magic Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic Do you believe like I believe Do you believe, believer Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic [Fade] |
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| 2. |
| 2:11 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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I’m gettin’ tired of runnin’ round
Believe I’ll get married and I’ll settle down Because this old night life, this mean old sportin’ life, You know it’s killin’ me. And I got a letter from my home And most of my good friends, they are dead and gone. And it makes me worry, no need to wonder About the times to come. And Mother used to fall on her knees and pray And these are the very words she did say. She said, “Oh Johnny, my lovin’ Johnny, Won’t you please change your ways?” I’ve been a gambler and a cheater, too. But now it’s come my, my time to lose. Because this old night life is holdin’ the best hand And what can I do? And I’m gettin’ tired of runnin’ round Believe I’ll get married and I’ll settle down Because this old night life, ooh it’s a bad life, And it’s killin’ me. |
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| 4. |
| 2:35 |
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Well, a rich gal will drink good pineapple juice
And a poor gal will do quite the same. Yeah, but my gal she drinkin' old shoe polish You know she'd get drunk just the same I will be there in the mornin' if I live I will be there in the mornin' If I don't get killed Yes and, if I never no more See you again, I simply Sure do remember me Well, a rich gal loves to party, she loves to carry on And a poor gal will'do quite the same Yeah, but my gal is satistfied just to be with me You know she loves me just the same Now a rich gal will kick you. She'll bop you with a stick And a poor gal would do quite the same. Heh, but my gal ll get rusty razors and run you all over town You know she'll catch up with you just the same I will be there in the mornin' if I live I will be there in the mornin' If I don't get killed Yes and, if I never no more See you again I simply Sure do remember me Well, and if I never no more See you again I simply Sure do remember me |
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| 2:54 |
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You know I've been wanting you
My whole life through And now that you're my guy I'm going to live and die for you Baby, baby now you're gonna know All the ways I plan to thrill you so You gonna see There's a lifetime of loving me Just for You baby, you baby Baby just for you Whoa oh Only you Only you could have make me Wait this long wanting your kiss Now you're really mine I'll make up for the time You made us miss Baby, baby now that it's all right I'm gonna hug and kiss you every night You're gonna see that I save up all the love in me Just for You baby, you baby Baby just for you Whoa oh Only you You baby, you baby Baby just for you Whoa oh Only you You baby, you baby Baby just for you Whoa oh Only you You baby, you baby Baby just for you Whoa oh Only you |
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| 6. |
| 1:59 |
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Went up on the hill about twelve o'clock.
Reached right back and got me a pole. Went to the hardware and got me a hook. Attached that line right on that hook. Says you've been a-fishin' all the time. I'm a-goin' fishin' too. I bet your life, your lovin'wife. Can catch more fish than you. Any fish bite if you've got good bait. Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate. Any fish bite, you've got good bait. I'm a-goin' a-fishin', yes, I'm a-goin' a-fishin', I'm a-goin' a-fishin' too. Looked down the river about one o'clock. Spied this catfish swimmin' around. I've got so hungry, didn't know what to do. I'm gonna get me a catfish too. Yes, you've been fishin' all the time. I'm a-goin' a-fishin' too. I bet your life your lovin' wife. Catch more fish than you. Any fish bite, got good bait. Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate. Any fish bite, you've got good bait. I'm a-goin' a-fishin', yes, I'm goin' a-fishin', I'm a-goin' a-fishin' too. Put on your skillet, don't never mind your lead. Mama gonna cook 'em with the short'nin' bread. Says you been fishin' all the time. I'm a-goin a-fishin' too. I bet your life, your lovin' wife. Can catch more fish than you. Any fish bite, if you've got good bait. Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate. Any fish bite, you've got good bait. I'm a-goin' a-fishin', yes, I'm goin' a-fishin', I'm a-goin' a-fishin' too. FISHING BLUES |
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| 1:59 |
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Did you ever have to make up your mind?
Pick up on one and leave the other one behind It's not often easy, and not often kind Did you ever have to make up your mind? Did you ever have to finally decide? Say yes to one and let the other one ride There's so many changes, and tears you must hide Did you ever have to finally decide? Sometimes there's one with deep blue eyes, cute as a bunny With hair down to here, and plenty of money And just when you think she's that one in the world Your heart gets stolen by some mousy little girl And then you know you better make up your mind Pick up on one and leave the other one behind It's not often easy, and not often kind Did you ever have to make up your mind? Sometimes you really dig a girl the moment you kiss her And then you get distracted by her older sister When in walks her father and takes you in line And says "Better go home, son, and make up your mind" Then you bet you'd better finally decide! And say yes to one and let the other one ride There's so many changes, and tears you must hide Did you ever have to finally decide? |
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| 8. |
| 2:34 |
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Well now, listen here people
I쨈m 'bout to sing a song I쨈m goin쨈 to Saint Louis And I won쨈t be long Cause I쨈m wild about my lovin쨈 I like to have my fun If you want to be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come Well now, Sergeant Jones - Chief of Police The women round here Won쨈t let me see no peace Cause I쨈m wild about my lovin쨈 I like to have my fun If you want to be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come Hello Central, what쨈s the matter with your line? I wann talk to that high-brow friend of mine You hear me talkin쨈 to you I don쨈t bite my tongue If you wanna be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come |
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| 9. |
| 2:28 |
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| 10. |
| 2:17 |
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She's one of those girls,
Who seems to come in the spring. One look in her eyes, And you forget everything, You had ready to say. And I saw her today, yeah. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. I remember her eyes, Soft dark and brown. Said she'd never been in trouble, Even in town A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. And should I hang around, Acting like her brother? In a few more years, They'd call us right for each other. And why, If I wait I'll just die, yeah. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. I remember her eyes, Soft dark and brown. Said she'd never been in trouble, Even in town A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. She's one of those girls, Who seems to come in the spring. One look in her eyes, And you forget everything, You had ready to say |
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| 1:50 |
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I woke up this mornin', looked around my four walls
And a dream told me you ain't happy at all I packed up my bags, I took my last look and then Look out, pretty mom, I'm on the road again I'm on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) I'm on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Look out, pretty mom, I'm on the road again I ran home last night to get my dinner hot I pulled on my door and found the door was locked I jumped through the window and believe it or not She had not even put my dinner in the pot I've never been evil and I've never been sly But if I sit some place and let the time roll by I start to get restless, pack my bags up and then Look out pretty mom, I'm on the road again |
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| 12. |
| 3:01 |
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| 13. |
| 2:15 |
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| 14. |
| 2:38 |
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She's one of those girls,
Who seems to come in the spring. One look in her eyes, And you forget everything, You had ready to say. And I saw her today, yeah. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. I remember her eyes, Soft dark and brown. Said she'd never been in trouble, Even in town A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. And should I hang around, Acting like her brother? In a few more years, They'd call us right for each other. And why, If I wait I'll just die, yeah. A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind. I remember her eyes, Soft dark and brown. Said she'd never been in trouble, Even in town A younger girl Keeps rollin' 'cross my mind. She's one of those girls, Who seems to come in the spring. One look in her eyes, And you forget everything, You had ready to say |
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| 3:01 |
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| 2:36 |
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Well now, listen here people
I쨈m 'bout to sing a song I쨈m goin쨈 to Saint Louis And I won쨈t be long Cause I쨈m wild about my lovin쨈 I like to have my fun If you want to be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come Well now, Sergeant Jones - Chief of Police The women round here Won쨈t let me see no peace Cause I쨈m wild about my lovin쨈 I like to have my fun If you want to be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come Hello Central, what쨈s the matter with your line? I wann talk to that high-brow friend of mine You hear me talkin쨈 to you I don쨈t bite my tongue If you wanna be a girl of mine You got to bring it with you When you come |
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| 2:31 |
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