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| 2:21 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:56 |
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| 3. |
| 2:45 | 
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My baby makes me proud, Lord don′t she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd ′Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk But when they turn out the lights, I know she′ll be leaving with me CHORUS: And when we get behind closed doors Then she lets her hair hang down And she makes me glad I′m a man Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. My, behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile, Lord don′t she make me smile She′s never too far away or too tired to say ″I want you″ She′s always a lady, just like a lady should be But when they turn out the lights, she′s still a baby to me. Repeat chorus |
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| 3:40 |
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Big boss man
Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Yeah, big boss man Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well you ain't so big You just tall and that's all (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well, you got me workin', boss man Workin' around the farm I wanna little drink of water But you won't gimme some Big boss man Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well you ain't so big You just tall and that's all (big boss man, ah, big boss man) (Big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well, I'm gonna find a boss man One that'll treat me right Work hard in the daytime Rest easy at night Big boss man Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well you ain't so big You just tall and that's all (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Big boss man Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Yeah, big boss man Won't you hear me when I call? (big boss man, ah, big boss man) Well you ain't so big You just tall and that's all (big boss man, ah, big boss man) No, you ain't so big You just tall and that's all (big boss man, ah, big boss man) No, you ain't so big |
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| 2:41 |
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| 2:29 |
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| 3:08 |
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| 2:19 |
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| 9. |
| 1:16 |
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| 10. |
| 2:50 |
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| 11. |
| 2:58 |
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Goodtime Charlie's Got the Blues
By Charlie Rich Everybody's gone away. Said they're movin' to L.A. There's not a soul I know around. Everybody's leavin' town! Some caught a freight. Some caught a plane. Find the sunshine, Leave the rain? They said this town's a waste time. I guess they're right, it's wasting mine! Some gotta win! Some gotta lose! Good time Charlie's got the blues! You know my heart keeps tellin' me, You?re not a kid at thirty-three. You play around you'll lose your wife. You play too long you'll lose your life! I?ve got my pills to ease the pain, Can?t find a friend to ease the rain. I know I should try and settle down. Everybody?s leaving town. Some gotta win! Some gotta lose! Good time Charlie's got the blues! Good time Charlie's got the blues! |
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| 2:36 |
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| 13. |
| 4:48 |
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| 14. |
| 2:52 |
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| 15. |
| 2:34 |
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| 16. |
| 2:39 |
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| 17. |
| 3:10 |
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| 18. |
| 2:23 |
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| 19. |
| 3:51 |
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I don't know how to tell her
That I didn't get that raise in pay today And I know how much she wanted the dress in Baker's window And it breaks my heart to see her have to wait And cancel all the plans she made to celebrate But I can count on her to take it with a smile and not a frown She knows that life has its little ups and downs Like ponies on a merry-go-round And no one grabs the brass ring every time But she don't mind She wears a gold ring on her finger And it's mine The new house plans we've had so long I guess will gather dust another year And the daffodils are blooming that she planted way last fall Upon the hill, and over by the gate And Lord knows I hate to say again we'll have to wait But you can bet that she'll just take it with a smile and not a frown She knows that life has its little ups and downs Like ponies on a merry-go-round And no one grabs the brass ring every time But she don't mind She wears a gold ring on her finger And I'm so glad that it's mine She wears a gold ring on her finger And I'm so glad that it's mine |
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| 2:04 |
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Well I'm making alright (Well I'm making alright)
From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends Since you left me (since you left me) I'm as lonely as I can be Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm making alright (Well I'm making alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm making alright (Well I'm making alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends Oh, those lonely weekends Oh, those lonely weekends |
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| 2:48 |
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| 22. |
| 2:34 |
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| 23. |
| 2:11 |
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Well - who is the hippie that's happenin' all over our town?
Tearin' up chicks with the message that he lays down Who is the coolest guy, what is, what am? That's fast-talkin' - slow walkin' - good-lookin' Mohair Sam Chicks are makinreservations for his lovin' so fine (so fine) Screamin' and shoutin' he's got 'em all waitin' in line Who is the coolest guy, what is, what am? That's fast-talkin' - slow walkin' - good-lookin' Mohair Sam Who is the hippie that's happenin' all over our town? Tearin' up chicks with the message that he lays down Who is the coolest guy, what is, what am? That's fast-talkin' - slow walkin' - good-lookin' Mohair Sam |
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| 3:50 |
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My Elusive Dreams
By Charlie Rich You followed me to Texas. You followed me to Utah. We didn't find it there, So we moved on. You went with me to Alabam, And things looked good in Birmingham. We didn't find it there, So, we moved on. I know you're tired of following My elusive dreams and schemes! For they're only fleeting things' My elusive dreams. You had my child in Memphis. Then I heard of work in Nashville. But we didn't find it there, So we moved on' To a small farm in Nebraska' To a gold mine in Alaska' We didn't find it there, So we moved on. Now we've left Alaska, 'cause there was no gold there. But this time, Only two of us moved on. Now all we have is each other, And a little memory to cling to. Still you won't let me go' Go on alone. I know you're tired of following My elusive dreams and schemes! For they're only fleeting things' My elusive dreams. |
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| 25. |
| 3:09 |
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| 26. |
| 2:32 |
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You followed me to Texas
You followed me to Utah We didn't find it there So we moved on You went with me to Alabama And things looked good in Birmingham We didn't find it there So, we moved on I know you're tired of following My elusive dreams and schemes For they're only fleeting things My elusive dreams You had my child in Memphis Then I heard of work in Nashville But we didn't find it there So we moved on To a small farm in Nebraska To a gold mine in Alaska We didn't find it there So we moved on Now we've left Alaska Cause there was no gold there But this time Only two of us moved on Now all we have is each other, And a little memory to cling to Still you won't let me go Go on alone I know you're tired of following My elusive dreams and schemes For they're only fleeting things My elusive dreams ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PUTMAN JR., CLAUDE / SHERRILL, BILLY <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 4:29 |
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| 28. |
| 2:30 |
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| 29. |
| 1:59 |
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| 2:36 |
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Rollin' With The Flow
By Charlie Rich Once was a thought inside my head, 'Fore I'd reach thirty I'd be dead. Now somehow on and on I go-o-o. I keep on rollin' with the flow. Folks said that I would change my mind. I'd straighten up and do just fine. Ahh, but I still love rock and ro-o-oll. I keep on rollin' with the flow. While guys my age are raising kids I'm raisin' hell just like I did. I've got a lot of crazy friends, And they forgive me of my sins. Some might be callin' me a bum. But I'm still out there havin' fun. And Jesus loves me, yes, I kno-o-ow. So, I keep on rollin' with the flow. (keep on rollin' with the flow) While guys my age are raising kids But I'm raisin' hell just like I did. I've got a lot of crazy friends, And they forgive me of my sins. Can't take it with you when you're gone. But I want enough to get there on. And I ain't ever growin' o-o-old. So, I keep on rollin' with the flow. (keep on rollin' with the flow) I ain't ever growin' o-o-old, If I keep on rollin' with the flow! (keep on rollinkeep on rollin') Keep on rollin' with the flow. (keep on rollinkeep on rollin') Keep on rollin' with the flow. (keep on rollinkeep on rollin') (fade) |
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| 3:03 |
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| 32. |
| 2:52 |
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| 33. |
| 1:55 |
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| 34. |
| 2:57 |
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Hey
Did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world? And if you did, was she crying, crying? Hey If you happen to see the most beautiful girl That walked out on me Tell her I'm sorry Tell her I need my baby Oh, won't you tell her that I love her I woke up this morning Realized what I had done I stood alone in the cold gray dawn I knew I'd lost my morning sun I lost my head and I said some things Now comes the heartaches that morning brings I know I'm wrong and I couldn't see I let my world slip away from me So, hey Did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world? And if you did, was she crying, crying? Hey If you happen to see the most beautiful girl That walked out on me Tell her I'm sorry Tell her I need my baby Oh, won't you tell her that I love her If you happen to see the most beautiful girl That walked out on me Tell her I'm sorry Tell her I need my baby Oh, won't you tell her that I love her |
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| 2:26 |
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Don't wait for the postman
If you're looking for a letter from me There won't be anymore There won't be anymore And don't sit by your telephone If you're waiting for a call from me There won't be anymore There won't be anymore Don't think of the love we had Til you turned bad And broke my loving heart And when your heart is breaking And you need some loving from me There won't be anymore There won't be anymore Don't think of the love we had Til you turned bad And broke my loving heart And when your heart is breaking And you need some loving from me There won't be anymore There won't be anymore It won't be like before There won't be anymore |
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| 36. |
| 1:58 |
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| 37. |
| 2:21 |
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| 38. |
| 2:05 |
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| 39. |
| 2:22 |
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| 40. |
| 1:40 |
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| 41. |
| 1:04 |
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| 42. |
| 1:07 |
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| 43. |
| 4:13 |
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Don't put no headstone on my grave,
All my life I've been a slave, Want the whole wide world to know, That I'm the man that loved you so Mama, mama, don't you cry, I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by Tell papa I'm comin' home, comin' on home, God, it can't be very long Don't put no headstone on my grave, All my life I've been a slave, Want the whole wide world to know, That I'm the stud that loved you so M,m,m,m,m,m mama don't you cry, Lord, I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by Tell papa I'm coming home, Oh God, it can't be very long Don't put no headstone on my grave, Whoooh! All my life I've been a slave, motherhumpin' slave And you know something? I want the world to know, That I'm the stud that loved that woman so Mama, mama don't you cry, mama, don't cry, I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by Tell papa, I'm coming home, Oh Lord, You know, it can't be very long (One more time now) Don't put a headstone on my grave All my life I've been a slave, Want the whole wide world to know, That I'm the man, That loved, That loved, Don't put no headstone on my grave, All my life I've been a slave, whoooh! I want the whole wide world to know, That I'm the stud that loved you so Ma-ma-ma-ma mama, don't you cry, whooh! Don't cry! I'm-a-gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by, Tell papa I'm coming home, coming on home... ...And you know something ladies? Oh, God, it can't be very long |
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| 2:33 |
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| 45. |
| 2:47 |
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| 46. |
| 1:57 |
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| 47. |
| 1:20 |
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| 2:10 |
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| 2:16 |
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| 50. |
| 1:56 |
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