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In a line at a cafe
I overheard a waitress say 'These cats is broke, I knows 'em Through 'em out the doors and close 'em' Still look saggy, for so low This occupation's got to go Up pulls the limo, up goes the thrill The suits are picking up the bill It's alright for them to tag along It's just one bill their tagging on I'll find some way to get along The business suits to the rescue So nice doing business with you Do we really hate the clock When we realize that 'Oh, their selling down for the deal' The suits are picking up, the suits are picking up the bill I cannot say from where I'm standing My friends have passed out on the landing Yes, one too many has left us high and dry I've been feeling down, since the suits got back in town |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 |
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That low down man of mine
Mistreats me all the time He sez he loves me only Then turns around and leaves me sad and lonely If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He would never be That low down man of mine That low down man with his low down ways I know he'll go some day It wont be long But from now on If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He would never be That low down man of mine If he could see through my eyes And be the one who cries He would see He'd come back to me That low down man |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes: Rooms were made for carpets, Towers made for spires, Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them *Gwine to run all night Gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no (End Chorus) *Repeat Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes: Ships were made for sinking, Whiskey made for drinking, If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster ha, ha, ha *Repeat |
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| 4. |
| 2:41 |
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All the birds up in the trees have got a different song to sing
And as birds learned now they've learned that swing They've been Pallin' with Al (me too) Down below at the candy shop, theyre still workin at that same old chore But the stuff heres sweeter than it was before You know why people, Pallin with Al Who's that man who's got that sentemental swing Plays that mess just like it doesn't mean a thing Gather round you all and watch him Watch him pluck those strings People, when he gets that right hand pumpin' All those kiddies got to start buck jumpin' Listen now and dont forget If you go for that solid jive You can always keep the dream alive Be bop a doo bop a bee ba doo way |
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| 2:48 |
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Ev'ry dog will have its day
Thats what people used to say Nowadays thats not the case Cuz theres a fat cat runs the place *While the cats away the rats will surely go down Listen up cuz im tellin you the low down What does it matter if hes getting fatter What does it matter if fat cat keeps getting fatter(End Chorus) Fat cat keeps getting fatter He comes in most ev'ry night Wakes me up before daylight All around that house of mine Its pit pat pit pat pit pat all the time *Repeat |
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| 6. |
| 3:18 |
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This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track Not what I heard or saw on TV, But what I witnessed entirely Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper and plan But we had a chamber in the moon Circumstance made us change our tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkeys riding the race MONKEY! You think you got the stuff it takes to break away! Boy youll be on the track every day Talent, vigor,drive Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life And these last things you can arrange Find other people equally strange Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line I said: Chris P. rides on a serious plan Hes going to finish as fast as he can The Escalator takes it personally And does not drive professionally Charming Enchantress and Bones can run Even if the winshield wipers are on I the Broadcaster avoid police But the Bat was led into custody |
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| 3:27 |
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My drag
Its a weight on my back Im lost in a stack without my drag My blues Alone and confused Im spreading the news about my drag I could go right along singing songs of love That happiness brings If I stop for a while I could smile and be glad But that crazy feeling back bad My drag Its a hound on my track I just fell through the cracks into my drag |
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| 8. |
| 3:02 |
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I was walking down the street
A stranger said to me Be careful what you do Then when waiting for a train I heard a strange refrain Id watch out if I were you, boy Is something going to happen soon Somethings going to happen soon I have a phone that dosent ring A line that dosent sting I have a dream where snowflakes fall inside a painted hall But that dont pay the rent If you draw a bow draw the strongest Yes, and if you use an arrow use the longest Altough I dont spook easily It has occured to me Transformation is in the air Are the heavens conspiring to show me this new thing Or has it always been there |
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| 9. |
| 2:48 |
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We meet at Lafittes each night as twilight sleeps
A kind of reverie A kind of sleepy feeling is creeping over me Thats the place for dancing and romancing Thats the place where you and me could go if we were lovers stealing An evening at Lafittes When we meet at Lafittes each night as twilight creeps A kind of reverie A kind of sleepy feeling is creeping over me Thats the place for dancing and romancing Thats the place where you and me could go if we were lovers stealing An evening at Lafittes |
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| 10. |
| 3:57 |
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Tonight I will dream
Far below the fading light My dream is for you My arms were made to hold you tight Now the time has come The time has come |
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| 11. |
| 2:44 |
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When you do that little thing
That fascinating thing I get so fascinated with you baby My knees get weak Every time you speak my name The way you treat me mama means everything Come on and do that thing That fascinating thing! |
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| 12. |
| 1:52 |
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Its all over there isnt any more
Its all over but whats it over for Just when you think the partys starting Its Over |
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