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| 2:58 | 
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One day without you
And I feel just like I'm somebody else One day without you And there's a fear there might be somebody else. You know that I'd like to keep you Keep you to myself, and by my side You know I'd like to keep you Just like I know it's wrong to try Just like my babies were born to cry Every bird that sings is born to fly. One day without you And I feel just like some lost ship at sea One day without you And every friend I meet seems strange to me. You know that I'd like to keep you Keep you to myself, by my side You know that I like to keep you Just like I know it's wrong to try Just like my babies were born to cry Every bird that sings is born to fly. One day without you I feel a hole just where my heart should be One day without you And I feel just how sad my life could be. You know I'd like to keep you Keep you to myself, keep you by my side You know I like to keep you Just like I know it's wrong to try Just like my babies were born to cry Every bird that sings deserves to fly... |
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| 2. |
| 1:50 |
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Darling will you walk with me gentle
Come walking through the evening air And I believe that you can make me feel better And I believe that you might always be there I want to move out of town And follow the sound And lay it all down. Darling do you know I've been lonely Darling do you know I've been bad Darling do you know I've been lied to Darling do you know it made me sad I want to move out of town And follow myself And lay it all down. |
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| 3. |
| 4:33 |
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A thousand kisses flying home to you
A thousand kisses, two thousand miles from view Root love. A hotel room don't make it When I'm thinking about your face Cheap experience don't shake it Thinking about my place Root love, root love. And that Harvey's banging walls again And the paint job's wearing thin Got to feeling mean again Like momma drinking gin Root love. The bar looks so inviting Maybe one more Fanny Mae Maybe one more happy hour And another day away from Root love. Little boy blue lost again Telling others sorry tales Just one more sinking sunrise And two more crimson sails And root love. Well a hotel just don't make it When I'm thinking about your face Cheap experience don't shake it Thinking about my place Root love. A thousand kisses, root love. |
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| 4. |
| 2:29 |
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My baby girl
She's the sweetest in the whole wide world She wears her hair way up in a curl Just to show she's my very own baby girl. She says: Daddy will you sing for me Daddy try to swing for me Daddy play your strings for me She says: Daddy don't you cry for me Daddy will you fly for me Daddy will you try for me. My little Miss Wisp She makes my heart feel tight like a fist A number one girl in most every way When she pulls my strings, you've got to give her her say. She says: Daddy will you sing for me Daddy try to swing for me Daddy play your strings for me She says: Daddy don't you cry for me Daddy will you fly for me Daddy go and try for me. My tiny dream She makes me feel like a cat with her cream She shines and bubbles like the clearest of streams She makes me know it's not as bad as it sometimes seems. She says: Daddy will you sing for me Daddy try to swing for me Daddy play your strings for me She says: Daddy don't you cry for me Daddy will you fly for me Daddy go and try for me. My baby girl She's just my baby girl |
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| 5. |
| 3:16 |
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Saturday night come creeping
Saturday night come creeping cold Saturday night come laughing and dancing Sunday leaves you cold. Saturday night come crying Saturday night come weeping and sore Saturday night finds you looking for friends That you don't want to see no more. Saturday night come crazy Saturday night come swinging and wild Saturday night come sharp as my suit I want to be Sunday's child. Saturday night come creeping Saturday night come creeping and cold Saturday night come laughing and dancing Sunday leaves you old. Leaves you old |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home And he had been much reduced Which caused great confusion And that was the reason he started to roam. In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble Weary of travelling, he sat down to rest By the foot of yon' mountain Lays a clear flowing fountain With bread and cold water he himself did refresh. With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted With wood, vine and ivy his bed for to make But he dreamt about sighing Lamenting and crying Go home to your family and rambling forsake. Twas the fifth day of November, I've reason to remember When first he arrived home to his family and friends And they did stand so astounded Surprised and dumbfounded To see such a stranger once more in their sight. And his children come around him with their prittle prattling stories With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away And he's as happy as those As have thousands of riches Contented he'll remain and not ramble away. This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover As valiant a man as ever left home And he had been much reduced And caused great confusion And that was the reason he started to roam |
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| 7. |
| 1:52 |
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Well my residential woman said, said to me
That you daren't eat peaches from a hawthorn tree Well she said it to me once And then she said it again Even though I try, I can't remember when. Well my residential woman She's as fine as can be Yeah my residential woman She's the one for me And I believe, yes I do believe. And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll I believe to the depths of my pure white soul Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll She got me, she got me In her clutches. Well my very special woman said yesterday She's always economic when I'm going away Well I turn around and say, she's got no reason to fear Cos I'm always economic when you're sitting right here. My very special woman She's the one for me My residential woman She's as sweet as can be Well I believe, yes I believe. I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll Believe to the depths of my pure white soul I used to believe in sweet rock and roll She got me, yeah, she got me In her clutches Sweet clutches Every kind of clutches Those clutches |
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| 8. |
| 2:28 |
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Every day and all night
I'm trying to tell you're all right Every day and every night I try to tell you it's black and white. And though I know it's your life and your time And I know that it makes you feel fine Don't you know that it's wrong If you let life do that to you, love. Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm and arm and row and row All for Mhairi's wedding. Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty fish to fill the creel Plenty bonnie bairns as well That's the toast for Mhairi. Every day and all night You're trying to tell me you're all right Every day and all night You're trying to tell me it's black and white. And though I know that it makes you feel fine And I know it's your life and your time Don't you know that it's wrong If you let life do that to you, love. Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm and arm and row and row All for Mhairi's wedding. Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty fish to fill the creel Plenty bonnie bairns as well That's the toast for Mhairi. Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm and arm and row and row All for Mhairi's wedding. Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty fish to fill the creel Plenty bonnie bairns as well That's the toast for Mhairi |
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| 3:30 |
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How many times, have you heard somebody say
If I had his money, I'd do things my way But little they know, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind. Cos money can't buy Youth when you're old Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold. Well once I was living, in fortune and fame And I spent all my money, sweet money, playing at games Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime But I'm richer by far, with my satisfied mind. Cos money can't buy back Youth, when you get older Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold |
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| 10. |
| 3:42 |
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One day our laughter comes flowing with the rain
And on the very next day, our sorrow sees us crying again But darling: you can discover the lover in me I can discover the lover in thee Together we can roll and tumble until the cow come home. Sometimes our story's just too beautiful to tell Like the bells on a Sunday, blues on a Monday, go together well But darling: you can discover the lover in me I can discover the lover in thee Together we can rock and roll until the cow come home. Sometimes, some kind of sadness shows upon your face Sometimes, some kind of madness tries to take my place But darling: you can discover the lover in me And I can discover the lover in thee Together we can rock and roll until the cow come home. One day our laughter comes flowing with the rain And on the very next day our laughter sees us crying again But darling: you can discover the lover in me And I can discover the lover in thee I can discover the lover in thee You can discover the lover in me Together we can rock and roll until the cow come home |
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| 11. |
| 7:27 |
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Call me crazy, call me sad
Call me lazy, call me bad But you move me, move me I'm moving on Cos you move me, move me, moving on. What could be sweeter than love? What could be sweeter than you and me Love you gentle, love you strong Ain't no way our loving can be wrong Cos you move me, move me You move me on You got me moving, you got me moving, moving on. What could be sweeter than love? What could be sweeter than you and me Sing about loving, doing it too You know I can't do it all until I do it with you Cos you move, move me, move me You move me on Move me on. What could be sweeter than love? What could be sweeter than you and me. Call me crazy, call me sad Call me lazy, then call me bad You move me, move me, move me Move me on You move me, move me, move me on. What could be sweeter than love? What could be sweeter than you and me |
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| 12. |
| 3:28 |
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How many times, have you heard somebody say
If I had his money, I'd do things my way But little they know, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind. Cos money can't buy Youth when you're old Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold. Well once I was living, in fortune and fame And I spent all my money, sweet money, playing at games Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime But I'm richer by far, with my satisfied mind. Cos money can't buy back Youth, when you get older Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold |
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