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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater, and never comes late She never bothers, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, and it's oak Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theater, but never comes late She'd never bother, with people She'd hate Thats why the Lady is a Tramp She'll have no crap games, with Sharpie's and Fraud's And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads That's why the Lady is a Tramp She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's oak Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady That's why the Lady is a Tramp |
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Pack up all my care and woes
Here I go, singin' low Bye bye, my blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, and honey, so is she Bye bye, my blackbird No one here can love or understand me All the hard-luck stories they all hand me So make the bed, honey, light the light I'm coming coming home late tonight Blackbird, oh bye bye Pack up all my cares and woes Here I go, singin' low Bye bye bye bye, bye bye blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, and honey, so is she Bye bye, my blackbird No one here can love or understand me All the hard luck stories they all hand me So make the bed, honey, light the light I'm coming coming home late tonight Blackbird, bye bye |
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Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face Babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass Black Mountain people are bad as they can be Black Mountain people are bad as they can be They uses gunpowder just to sweeten their tea Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail If the jury finds him guilty, the judge'll throw they bail Had a man in Black Mountain, sweetest man in town Had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town He met a city gal, and he throwed me down I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and gun I'm gonna shoot him if he stands still, and cut him if he runs Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight The bullet'll get you, if you start dodgin' too late Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze I'm out here for trouble, I've got the Black Mountain blues Note: I'm unsure of the underlined/blank lyrics-- any idea? to provide money for someone's bail is to "throw" their (they) bail. |
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