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You turned a blind eye to everything I ever said,
You turned a blind eye to everything I ever did, You didn't worry, baby, why call your telephone? You're just content to roam around. Yes, you are |
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| 6:13 |
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Lady whiskey, such a sad sight
Stumblin' as she walks She even hates herself sometimes Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night Drowns her sorrow Eases her pain Waits for tomorrow When she'll do the same again Lady whiskey's got a man Man is just like her Try to fit the key in the door He comes home on Saturday night Drowns his sorrow Eases his pain Waits for tomorrow When he'll do the same again Lady whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way When she comes home on Saturday night Drowns her sorrow Eases her pain Waits for tomorrow When she'll do the same again Lady whiskey, she gets sick When she goes downtown One day drink's gonna put her down She won't come home on Saturday night |
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| 3. |
| 6:57 |
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(Powell, Turner, Upton, Turner)
Screen Gems Publishing I didn't know what day it was that day, Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray. Looked at myself, and all that I could say Was,"I think I see the errors of my way". There in the glass there was something caught my eye, Although I try through my sighing not to cry. See where I am, and what I try to say, Just so I'll look at the errors of my way. Guess I got no one around to pull me through. I just need someone to turn to, yes, I do. Doin' my best just to change my yesterday, Then I won't have no more errors of my way. |
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| 3:24 |
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Has anybody seen my baby kickin' around the town?
She's the queen of torture, yeah, She, yeah, you know she put me down. Has anybody seen my woman hangin' round the streets? She ain't been home for oh, so long - She walked right out on me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Has anybody seen my woman out around the city? She ain't been home for two weeks now, And ain't that such a pity, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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| 5. |
| 11:37 |
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(Powell, Turner, Upton, Turner)
Screen Gems Publishing Was sat down by my fire, hear a voice of desire, Want to be friends again. I keep tellin' you,man, she's only a pain. She don't fit in my scene, She don't fit in my world no more. And the best has to stay, Keep knockin' on my door. She's gone away, We're kickin' the thoughts around the floor. |
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| 6. |
| 10:26 |
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Bird rise high from the cinders
Leave it all far behind All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes Many men lay dead You can see them like I Phoenix rise Raise your head to the sky |
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