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I'm goin' down that highway, goin' to another town.
Baby when I find what I'm looking for, well then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. I worked my way from Boston to that San Francisco Bay Baby what I was looking for, I couldn't find along the way. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Never been contented no matter where I roam It ain't no fun to see a settin' sun when you're far away from home. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. I've worked in the mills of Pittsburgh, in the hills of Tennessee, Baby all I want is to find a job that will set my mind at ease. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down. |
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| 2:41 |
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Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, Shule-a-rak-shak, shule-a-ba-ba-coo.
When I saw my Sally Babby Beal, come bibble in the boo shy Lorey. Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill who could blame me, cry my fill Every tear would turn a mill, Johnny's gone for a soldier. Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, Shule-a-rak-shak, shule-a-ba-ba-coo. When I saw my Sally Babby Beal, come bibble in the boo shy Lorey. I sold my flax, I sold my wheel, to buy my love a sword of steel So it in battle he might wield, Johnny's gone for a soldier. Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, Shule-a-rak-shak, shule-a-ba-ba-coo. When I saw my Sally Babby Beal, come bibble in the boo shy Lorey. Oh my baby, oh, my love, gone the rainbow, gone the dove. Your father was my only love Johnny's gone for a soldier. Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, Shule-a-rak-shak, shule-a-ba-ba-coo. When I saw my Sally Babby Beal, come bibble in the boo shy Lorey. |
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| 3:10 | 
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| 1:57 |
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| 3:27 |
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Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Hanalee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Hanalee. Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Hanalee. together they would travel on a boat with billowed sails. Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princess would bow when there they came. Pirate ships would lower their flads when Puff roared out his name. Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Hanalee. Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Hanalee. |
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| 2:27 |
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This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. I roamed and rambled, and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was singing This land was made for you and me! This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me those golden valleys This land was made for you and me! This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. As the sun was shining, and I was strolling, And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting, a voice was saying ″This land was made for you and me!″ This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. |
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| 2:19 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 3:34 |
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| 2:43 |
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| 3:38 |
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| 12. |
| 3:16 |
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Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home. Hey ho, nobody home, Meat nor drink nor money have I none Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home. Hey Ho, nobody home. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also And all the little children that round your table grow. The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door And all that dwell within your gates we wish you ten times more. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. Go down into the cellar and see what you can find If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber' For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin. I have a little pocket to put a penny in. If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do. If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you. Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace.. This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace, Oh tidings of comfort and joy. |
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