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She's quite the mediator
A smoother operator you will never see She'll see you later No one dare disobey her openly She knows music I know music too, you see She got the power The teen queen, Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie She's got the pleasure Comes from all the cornerstones of the world She's so fantastic She's everybody's favorite little record girl She knows music I know music too, you see She got the power I got the power, Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Down on me, Rosalie Shine on me will you please From Chattanooga to good old Booga Loosa You can hear her fine She makes the choices Then you'd best be smiling when it's choosing time She knows music I know music too, you see She's got the power She is a tower, Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie Rosalie |
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| 2:57 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:13 |
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Up jumped Jack on the railroad track
Saying, "I've got to get out of town It's been really nice knowing you I hope to see you around" Oh the boy he could boogie Oh the boy can kick a ball But the boy he got hung up Smooching in the stalls You've got to give a little love To those who love to live You've got to take a little hate From those who have to wait Up jumped John putting his trousers on Saying, "I've got to get out of here Hear your lover's footsteps They're coming too near for me, my dear" Oh the boy he could boogie Oh the boy can kick a ball But the boy he got hung up Making love against the wall You've got to give a little love To those who love to live You've got to take a little hate From those who have to wait Got to give a little bit of love |
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| 3:08 |
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| 5:12 |
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The paper called it suicide A bullet from a forty-five Nobody cared and nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair And sent for the police Policeman came, took Peter's name God, may he rest in peace No one saw the note beside the body No one knew the problems But my God Suicide The body remains unidentified Forgotten in a file Like the letter that was blown aside Don't that make you want to smile? No one was really satisfied About number eighty-one The autopsy proved that Peter lied But they never could find the gun No one saw the note beside the body No one knew the problems But my God Suicide |
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| 5:12 |
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| 7. |
| 4:22 |
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Wild one won't you please come home
You've been away too long, will you We need you home, we need you near Come back wild one will you How can we live without your love You know that could kill you How can we carry on When you are gone my wild one So you go your way wild one I'll try and follow And if you change your mind I will be waiting here for you tomorrow For I would beg for you I would steal and I would borrow I'd do anything, anything at all To end this sorrow Wild one The gypsies warned of the danger You can laugh and joke with friends But don't you ever talk to strangers Although their offers may be sweet And I'd bet and I would wager Away you'll stray and never come back To those who love and made you |
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| 4:18 |
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| 3:16 |
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I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable But I'm fighting my way back I'm busting out and I'm going in I'm kicking up about the state I'm in Looking to my future, not my past I want to be a good boy but how long can it last Fighting my way back This kid is going to wreck and ruin I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing You see it happened all a little too soon But it's all there in this here tune Fighting my way back |
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| 3:11 |
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| 11. |
| 4:13 |
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Down and out in the city
Won't you give a boy a break Juvenile on trial before committee Taken all he can take But the king shall have his vengeance Especially on the poor Some say preaching to converted Me, I'm not too sure Spring she comes and spring she teases Brings summer winds and summer breezes Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us When autumn leaves us, oh how winter freezes And the child is still breathing With the beating of a heart Some say we are equal Some a million miles apart Oh my god Oh my god But the king shall have his vengeance While the Queen she represents the innocent And the child so dependent But the seasons conquer all Spring she comes and spring she teases Brings summer winds and summer breezes Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us When autumn leaves, oh how winter freezes, oh how winter freezes But the king shall have his vengeance Especially on the poor Some say preaching to converted Me, I'm not so sure |
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| 4:09 |
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| 13. |
| 4:41 |
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When the spirit slips away
There's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can say May the angels be watching over you When your spirit slips away When the darkness starts to fall You're on your own and your back's against the wall May the angels bring their flame to you When the darkness it starts to fall And when the music that makes you blue Unfolds its secrets, the mysteries are told to you May the angels sing rejoice to you That fateful day when your spirit slips away |
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| 4:40 |
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| 3:26 |
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| 16. |
| 3:28 |
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I should've known you couldn't take it
You had to make it with another man You know that's true, baby And I can play that game if you can It's been a long time since I've come here To give you what you need My roots are in Chicago But I know where I want to plant my seed I, I'd bet a silver dollar You, you'd love another And you know that silver dollar, it would make me rich Girl like you, easy pitch But I miss you now you're gone I'm coming home, girl, just to show you What's this man's been living for A tip for you, don't be surprised, baby When I come busting through that door t's been a long time since I've been here To give you what you need My roots are in Chicago But I know where I want to plant my seed I, I'd bet a silver dollar You, you'd love another And even though that silver dollar would make me rich I want to tell you that there is a hitch I miss you know you're gone And all I got left is my old guitar I, I'd bet a silver dollar You, you'd love another And even though that silver dollar would make me rich I want to tell you that there is a hitch I miss you know you're gone |
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| 3:34 |
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Listen while I tell you the hard luck story
About a man named Jack McDuff He believed in the God and the glory But he just wasn't tough enough I believe in the freedom song Long live liberty I believe in the freedom song But I'll choose my own destiny Well, they took him and they beat him Underneath that old hanging tree Saying, Jack, you must die What will your last words be? Jack, he hung his head back Long live liberty I believe in the freedom song Doesn't matter what you do to me With a rope around his neck they left him hanging High on that old hanging tree On her knees his wife was screaming Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy I believe in the freedom song Long live-a the liberty I believe in that freedom song Doesn't matter what you do to me |
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| 18. |
| 3:31 |
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| 19. |
| 3:19 |
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| 20. |
| 3:25 |
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| 1. |
| 3:37 |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 |
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| 3. |
| 3:49 |
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| 4. |
| 3:14 |
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| 5. |
| 5:17 |
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| 6. |
| 4:07 |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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| 9. |
| 2:14 |
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| 10. |
| 4:51 |
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| 11. |
| 4:32 |
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| 12. |
| 5:50 |
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| 13. |
| 5:30 |
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| 14. |
| 4:17 |
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| 15. |
| 3:38 |
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