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| 3:57 |
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| 3:17 | 
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The American
Bangkok, Oriental Setting But the city don't know what the city is getting The creme du la creme of the chess world In a show with everything but Yul Brynner Time flies ? doesn't seem a minute since the Tirolean spa had the chess boards in it All changed, don't you know that when you Play at this level there's no ordinary venue It's Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings Or … Or this place! Company One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster The bars are temples but their pearls ain't free You'll find a god in every golden cloister And if you're lucky, then the god's a she I can feel an angel slidin' up to me The American One town's very like another When your head's down over your pieces, brother Company It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity To be looking at the board not looking at the city The American Whattaya mean?! You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town Company T-girls1, warm and sweet (sweet) Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite The American Get Thai'd, you're talking to a tourist Whose every move's among the purest: "I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine" Company One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble Not much between despair and ecstasy One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble Can't be too careful with your company I can feel the devil walking next to me The American Siam's gonna be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a muddy old river Or reclining Buddha But Thank God I'm only watching the game Controlling it I don't see you guys rating The kind of mate I'm contemplating I'd let you watch, I would invite you But the queens we use would not excite you So, you better go back to your bars, Your temples, your massage parlors Company One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster The bars are temples but their pearls ain't free You'll find a god in every golden cloister A little flesh, a little history I can feel an angel slidin' up to me One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble Not much between despair and ecstasy One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble Can't be too careful with your company I can feel the devil walking next to me |
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One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning I'm headed for a land that's far away Besides the crystal fountains So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There's a land that's fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night. Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines every day And the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers' trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay Oh I'm bound to go Where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall The winds don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railway bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too You can paddle all around it In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin. And you can walk right out again, As soon as you are in. There ain't no short-handled shovels, No axes, saws nor picks, I'm bound to stay Where you sleep all day, Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. .... I'll see you all this coming fall In the Big Rock Candy Mountains |
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| 3:20 |
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God on high
Hear my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He is afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He is like the son I might have known If god had granted me a son The summers die One by one How soon they fly On and on and I am old And will be gone Bring him peace Bring him joy He is young He is only a boy You can take You can give Let him be Let him live If I die Let me die Let him live Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home |
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