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| 1. |
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Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute Crossing up the progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing Still gonna get you if don't do something Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocent team A heap of trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west... |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass He take up a glass He swallow it neat He crosses the floor He open the door He take a sniff of the street And she tell him that he's crazy She's a-saying listen baby I'm your wife She tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feel no remorse He just kicks it alive His motor is fine He take it over the line Until he's ready to dive And she tell him that he's crazy Yes she's saying listen baby I'm your wife Yeah She tell him that he's crazy For gambling with his life He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He's too fast to stop He take it over the top He make a line in the news |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride? Where do you think you're going? I think you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really no place you can go I understand your changes Long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going I know what you came here for And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free Where do you think you're going? I think you better go with me, girl You say there is no reason But you still find cause to doubt me If you ain't with me, girl You're gonna be without me Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? I wish I didn't care about my pride And now I'm sick of jocking You know I like you to be free So where do you think you're going? I think you better go with me, girl |
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| 4. |
| 5:49 |
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They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to make He's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he could talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he'd be saying something else But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say, Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique And now the rumors are flying Speculation rising Say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon Then we get the story a serious breeze And a photograph taken in the hall You don't have to worry with the previous release Right now, he's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left a come on too Lady writer on the TV She had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You'd talk to me when you felt like this Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Your rich old man, You know he'd a call her a dead wringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a mess in life Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want it just the same Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary You know I'm talking about you and me Lady writer on the TV |
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| 6. |
| 4:36 |
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Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepard's delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight I want my reward in heaven tonight Just like you promised Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm Angel of Mercy there's no need for alarm The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right sweet angel Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn All I need is a little oblivion You don't need protection Here comes the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money I want you instead Don't need rejection Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Well if you cross your heart and spit And swear upon the grave of your mother You got to get in the hit Tell me that I'm your all night lover Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight |
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| 7. |
| 4:31 |
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Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yeah, she got the skirt so tight now She wanna travel light now She wanna tear up all her roots now She got the turn up on the boots now * She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello Belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And Belladonna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Blind man he's singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Once upon a time he could have made her * repeated Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck a paper rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she ain't no garden flower There ain't no distress in the tower Belladonna walks Belladonna taking control She don't care about your window box Or your button hole She sing a song about a lone-gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello Belle |
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| 8. |
| 4:43 |
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Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls away in the night Little Gypsy Moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just a lying there in silent pain He lean on the tourist rail A mother and her baby and the College of war In the concrete graves You never wanna fight against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark The single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's up on the bridge on the self-same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning but there's one green light And a man on a barge of sand She's a gonna slip away below him Away from things he's done But he just shouts, "Hey man what you call this thing?" He Could have said "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah the single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark |
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| 9. |
| 5:51 |
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Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon a stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really liked to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries Virgins ascending to the skies tonight All day long I have passed my time alone When the church bells rung I stayed out on the tower In a dying sun Come on woman, come follow me home Well I don't need no priest But I love all of the people Yes I share the feast So drink up my wine Yes and the song in my bones I know the way I can see by the moonlight Clear as the day Now come on woman, come follow me home |
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