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| 2. |
| 3:55 | 
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Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past Thank the Lord for the friends he cast, In the play he wrote for you. And if you love the girl man, light up a torch Blaze a trail to her front porch Kiss her til your lips are scorched Til the rain comes down on you Chorus Bless your sweet mistakes, That crumble you down to your knees. That brought you to this place Changing you by degrees... When change was just what you needed... What you needed... So if you live your life in a three piece suit, In a cocktail dress, or combat boots You pick your path and you walk your truth And the world will come round to you. It's a long strange ride, I can't tell you why But there's a place in your pocket where peace can abide You pull it out, it's a compass, a guide And it will put a little soul on you. Chorus And in this wild blue world There is a soul weavin' fine feelin' girl But you've got to walk in paradise to find a pearl If you only believe, You'll get what you need... what you needed... Conquer your fear and you'll master the game, Life is always and never the same. Use a little faith to light the flame , And I know you'll connect to you. Chorus Pop the cork, a champagne glass Raise to the future, drink to the past Thank the Lord for the friends he cast, In the play he wrote for you |
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| 3. |
| 2:16 |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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| 5. |
| 3:46 |
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| 6. |
| 4:18 |
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My name is robert wilson,
I'm from eau claire, wisconsin. I've been living out of a Suitcase now for fourteen days... I walked the boulevard in hollywood, I caught a vegas show that was no good -- Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play. But it's a lonely world from this greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. Three thousand miles, I've been here fourteen days, Three thousand miles... Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to, Let's just say I'm old enough to get away. Back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. I studied awhile, but college got in my way. I've learned much more from the back of this greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles... Have you seen? The world outside is turning -- And it's yours -- We were put here for the learning. People talk to themselves on greyhounds, Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story -- Will it fall on forgetful ears? Down in houston on comes this woman With two kids and a bottle of booze, And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. And I sat with a girl from boston, Playing cards for cigarettes. I lost her name with the poker game, But her name I will never forget -- You never forget the view from these windows, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days... Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles... |
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| 4:07 |
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| 8. |
| 3:59 |
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Wake up Gracie
You're stealing the covers again It's 4 in the morning December's outside creeping in Now 1000 times over I love you 1001 now it's said But if I want to sleep I've got to find you Your very own rollaway bed Now I'm a night person Come home late from playing the bars You're tossing and turning Spinning like Saturn and Mars At 8 in the morning you wake me With your coffee, your jam, and your bread You'd be less likely to burn me In your very own rollaway bed Saturday we wake up We're driving round town Trying to find the perfect bed You fall on the mattress You faint like an actress The salesmen are all turning red Move over Gracie I can't face sleeping alone Without all that tossin' It don't even feel like I'm home Now 1000 times over I love you 1002 now it's said Baby I don't mean to wake you But is there room in the rollaway bed? |
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| 3:22 |
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| 10. |
| 3:52 |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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| 12. |
| 2:50 |
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