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It cost me a lot
But theres one thing that I've got
Its my man
Its my man
Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I'lll soon forget
With my man
He is not much on looks
He is no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him
I dont know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me, too
What can I do?
Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I dont care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday
For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore
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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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Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dear as the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black culture's
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers that I say I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
For death is no dream
And in death I'm caressing you
With the last
Breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I awake and I find
You asleep in the deep of my heart
Deep
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
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I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had
Never had no kissin'
Oh, what I've been missin'
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
The night is cold and I'm so alone
I'd give my soul just to call you my own
Got a moon above me
But no one to love me
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
I've heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you'll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a-kissing
Oh, what I've been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
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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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I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes
And you have a certain lil' cute way of flirtin'
With them there eyes
They make me feel so happy
They make me feel so blue
I'm fallin'
No stallin'
In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin'
You've started somethin
With them there eyes
You'de better look out little brown eyes
if you're wise
They sparkle
They bubble
They're gonna get
you in a whole lot of trouble
Oh baby them there eyes
You're overworkin' them
There's danger lurkin' in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think I'm just flirtin'
Maybe you think I'm all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in
Them there eyes
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You′d be so easy to love
So easy to idolize
All others above
So worth the yearning for
So swell to keep every homefire burning for
We′d be so grand at the game
So carefree together
That it does seem a shame
That you can′t see
Your future with me
′Cause you′d be oh, so easy to love
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