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wished on the moon
For something I never knew
Wished on the moon
For more than I ever knew
A sweeter rose, a softer sky
On april days that would not dance by
I begged on the stars
To throw me a beam or two
Wished on the stars
And asked for a dream or two
I looked for every loveliness
It all came true
I wished on the moon for you
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Don't want my manny I don't need a friend
My heart is broken It won't ever mend
I ain't much carin'Just where I will end
I must have that man
I'm like an oven That's cryin' for heat
He treats me awful Each time that we meet
It's just unlawful How that boy can cheat
But I must have that man
He's hot as Hades
A lady's not safe in his arms When she's kissed
But I'm afraid that he's cooled off
And maybe I'm ruled off his list I'll never be missed
I need that person much worse'n just bad
I'm falf alive and it's drivin' me mad
He's only human if he's to be had I must have that man
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Lady sings the blues
She's got them bad
She feels so sad
Wants the world to know
Just what the blues is all about
Lady sings the blues
She tells her side
Nothing to hide
Now the world will know
Just what the blues is all about
The blues aint' nothing but a pain in your heart
When you get a bad start
When you and your man have to part
I ain't gonna just sit around and cry
And now I won't die
Because I love him
Lady sings the blues
I'm telling you
She's got em bad
But now the world will know
Shes never gonna sing them no more
The blues aint' nothing but a pain in your heart
When you get a bad start
When you and your man have to part
I ain't gonna just sit around and cry
And now I won't die
Because I love him
Lady sings the blues
I'm telling you
She's got em bad
But now the world will know
Shes never gonna sing them no more
No more
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
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Good Morning Heartache
Goodmorning heartache
You old gloomy sight
Goodmorning heatache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed 'til it seemed you had gone
But here you are with the dawn
Wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay
It seems I met you when my love went away
Now everyday I start by saying to you
Goodmorning heartache, what's new?
Stop haunting me now
Can't shake you nohow
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
Stright through Sunday blues
Goodmorning heartache
Here we go again
Goodmorning heartache
You're the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Goodmorning heartache
Sit down
Stop haunting me now
Can't shake you nohow
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
Stright through Sunday blues
Goodmorning heartache
Here we go again
Goodmorning heartache
You're the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Goodmorning heartache
Sit down
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No Good Man
Irene Higginbotham / Dan Fisher / Sammy Gallop
No good man
Lovin' all the no good things
Never treats me as he should
That ain't no good
He's always bringing me down
He's no saint
Heaven knows thats what he ain't
Spends his money foolishly
Not on me
I'm the one who gets the run-around
I ought to hate him and yet I love him so
For I require
Love that's made of fire
And in his arms
I find
I always get that kind
No good man
Ever since the world began
There have been other fools like me
Born to be
In love with a no good man
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