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I'm gonna live with the cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life With a cinnamon girl A dreamer of pictures and run in the night To see us together chasing the moonlight My cinnamon girl Tinsel and saxes her face with a bow The drummer relaxes and waits between shows For a cinnamon girl chorus: Pa send me money now I've got to make it somehow I need another chance See your baby loves to dance (copyright Neil Young) |
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I'm sailing away my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning Is their something I can send you from across the sea From the place where I'll be landing No there's nothing you can send me my own true love There's nothing that I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah but I just thought you might like something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or the coast of Barcelona And if I had the stars of the darkest night Or a diamond from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishing to be owning Well I might be gone such a long, long time And it's only that I'm asking Is their something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more, easy passing Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing that I would want from you today I would once, again tomorrow Oh but I got a letter on a long, lonesome day And it was from her ship a sailing Saying I don't know when I will be back again It depends on how I'm feeling Well you my love if you must ask of it that way Well I'm sure your mind is roamin' And I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going So take heed, take heed of the western winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of spanish leather (copyright Bob Dylan) |
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Our love ya, is slowly going on the rocks now
Ya, ya, ya, ya Tell me, tell me baby, watcha going to do about it Our love ya, ya, ya isn't up for jeapardy Ya, ya, ya, ya Show me, show me sugarpie, watcha gonna do about it chorus: You know I've tried To keep you satisfied But you just don't comprehend And if you keep on doin', doin' what your doin' Our love will surely Don't you know that.... (copyright Carroll Payne) |
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You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch my baby My poor discarded baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time A girl who wants to run away Discovers that she's had her day It's no good thinkin' that you are still mine,oh no You're out of touch my baby My poor unfaithful baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time chorus: Baby, baby, baby you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time (Yes you're on your way out) (You're out of, out of without a doubt) Baby, baby, baby you're out of time You thought you were a clever girl Didn't give it up, her social world You can't come back and think you are still mine You're obsolete my baby My poor old fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time (copyright Jagger/Richards) |
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You can't lie to a liar don't try
You can't cheat on a cheater I'll tell you why You see I lied myself before And I think I know the score You don't love me anymore You can't sin on a sinner You're going to regret it You can't fake on a faker now You'd best forget it You see I fooled around before And I think I know the score You don't love me anymore chorus: Well I lied and I cheated but I never, never Thought I'd have it done to me Now you've gone just as far as I'm going to let you go I'm not going to let you make a fool of me (copyright Hampton) |
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You yelled "Hey!"
When your car wouldn't start You got real nervous And started to eat your heart out You're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet You've got trouble And it's tailor made Mama, lay your head down in the shade chorus: Cause your eye's are tired And your feet are to You wish the world was as tired as you Well I'll write a letter And I'll send it away Put all the trouble in it you've had today Well your telephone rang And you yelled "No!" Well you forgot about this and you forgot about that Got to get back to what you're doing Goodbye, quit that, so and so You're an island and on your own And you yelled "Hey!" When the stove blew up Upset? why yes The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone And you're wonderin' why Mama lay your head down Now don't you cry (copyright Lowell George) |
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Where did you go when things went wrong now baby
Who did you run to and find a shoulder to lay your head upon Baby, wasn't I there Didn't I take good care of you Oh no, I can't believe you're leaving me chorus: Stay with me baby Stay with me baby Stay with me baby I can't go on Who did you trust when you needed tenderness I gave you so much and in return I found happiness Baby, what did I do? Maybe, I was too good to you Oh no, I can't believe you're leaving me chorus bridge: Remember, you said you'd never, never leave me Remember, you said you're always gonna need me Remember, remember I'm askin' ya, beggin' ya, please, please chorus (copyright Ragovoy/Weiss) |
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