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| 1. |
| 1:48 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:37 | 
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Hello operator
can you give me number nine? can I see you later? will you give me back my dime? turn the oscillator twist it with a dollar bill mail man bring the paper leave it on my window sill find a canary a bird to bring my message home carry my obituary my coffin doesn't have a phone how you gonna get the money? send papers to an empty home? how you gonna get the money? nobody to answer the phone |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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I got a little bird
I'm gonna take her home put her in a cage disconnect the phone If you give me a look I'm gonna get the book I'm gonna preach the word I wanna preach to birds as I walk the floor yeah, this I know When I get you home this is how it goes I got nothing to lose I'll never let you go |
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| 4. |
| 2:13 |
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Hey little apple blossom
What seems to be the problem? All the ones you tell your troubles to They don't really care for you Come and tell me what you're thinking Cause just when the boat is sinking A little light is blinking And I will come and rescue you Lots of girls walk around in tears But that's not for you You've been looking all around for years For someone to tell your troubles to Come and sit with me and talk a while Let me see your pretty little smile Put your troubles in a little pile And I will sort em' out for you Lots of girls walk around in tears But that's not for you You've been looking all around for years For someone to tell your troubles to Come and sit with me and talk a while Let me see your pretty little smile Put your troubles in a little pile And I will sort em' out for you I'll fall in love with you I think I'll marry you |
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| 5. |
| 3:10 |
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| 6. |
| 4:28 |
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I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read? It said the gal you love is dead I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? Said "Hurry, Hurry because the gal you love is dead" Well I packed up my suitcase I took off down the road When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board I packed up my suitcase And I took off down the road When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground I didn't know I loved her 'till they began to let her down Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground I didn't know that I loved her 'till they began to let her down You know it's so hard to love Someone that don't love you Won't get satisfaction Don't care what you do So hard to love Someone that don't love you Don't look like satisfaction Don't care what you do Well I got up this morning The break of day Just hugging the pillows She used to lay Got up this morning The break of day Just hugging the pillows Where my baby used to lay |
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| 7. |
| 2:52 |
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Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone I really want to be your friend cause I don't really know anyone And the bus is pulling up to your house I wish you could be sitting here next to me i didn't see you at summer school but I saw you at the corner store and I don't want to break the rules cause I've broken them all before But every time I see you I wonder why I don't break a couple rules so that you'll notice me Sister do you know my name? I've heard it before but I want you to know I got a funny feeling that it's gonna work out cause now I see you sitting here next to me |
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| 8. |
| 3:15 |
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| 9. |
| 4:22 |
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| 10. |
| 1:59 |
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| 11. |
| 1:54 |
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Jumble, jumble
All at my house Come on over Sleep on the couch Can't even see ya Look like a mouse Crumble, crumble The bag is brown Rip up the paper To hear a sound Pick the pieces Up off the ground Tumble, tumble On to the floor Roll over Until you're poor Wave to me I'm at the door |
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| 12. |
| 3:22 |
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| 13. |
| 2:30 |
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lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked i'll even give ya my fist Ya might read from revelation back to genesis Ya keep forgetten your southern can belongs to me So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine in the mornin Your southern can belongs to me Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail Soon as i get out, hit the ground Your southern can is worth a dollar a half a pound So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, talkin about it Your southern can belongs to me Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north Understand ya can't rule me and be my boss Take it from the east and hide in the west But when i get ya momma your can'll see no rest So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin Your southern can belongs to me Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand When i hit ya momma then ya feel my hand Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, i know it Your southern can belongs to me Now look here woman, don't get hot I'm gettin me a brick outta my backyard So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, i'm takin about it Your southern can belongs to me Well if i catch you momma down in the heart of town I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, i know it Your southern can belongs to me You maybe get death-bed sick, 'cause you're graveyard bound I'm gonna make you more like a graveyard hound So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin Your southern can belongs to me |
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