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Every time I'm away I think about you
I wish that you were near me Gets so bad at times I talk to myself I wish that you could hear me. I get to thinking how it all started out, and I know, oh I know It may not last forever But in the meantime when the goin' is good, I know, oh I know That we should be together. You gave me everything and then some more When I was cold you opened up the door Don't want to stop I couldn't anyhow You know I'm in too deep and I can't stop now. When I come home I know I don't ever have much to say I'm just glad to be there You ask about the people I've met and the places I've been You ask me what I see there. I see you, I see you everywhere I go I see you all around me On a ship, on a train, on a plane, no matter where I am I feel your love surround me. You gave me everything and then some more When I was cold you opened up the door Don't want to stop I couldn't anyhow You know I'm in too deep and I can't stop now. You gave me everything and then some more When I was cold you opened up the door Don't want to stop I couldn't anyhow You know I'm in too deep and I can't stop now. |
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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 3:31 |
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| 4:38 |
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Humblebums (classic acoustic) version
The coat she wore still lies upon the bed The book I gave her that she never read She left without a single word to say Her father didn't like me anyway. She always wanted more than I could give She wasn't happy with the way we lived I didn't feel like asking her to stay Her father didn't like me anyway. Daddy never knew just what she'd seen in me Daddy didn't like my hair Perhaps if we had talked, he'd have seen something in me But Daddy didn't really care. To tell the truth I didn't have the nerve I know I only got what I deserved So now she's taken leave of me today Her father didn't like me anyway. Daddy never knew just what she'd seen in me Daddy didn't like my hair Perhaps if we had talked, he'd have seen something in me But Daddy didn't really care. The coat she wore still lies upon the bed The book I gave her that she never read She left without a single word to say Her father didn't like me anyway. Vocals: Gerry Rafferty Over My Head version The coat she wore still lies upon the bed The book I gave her that she never read She left without a single word to say Her father didn't like me anyway. She always needed more than I could give She wasn't happy with the way we lived I didn't feel like asking her to stay Her father didn't like me anyway. Daddy never knew just what she'd seen in me He said I was going nowhere Maybe if we'd talked, he'd have seen something in me But Daddy didn't really care. To tell the truth I didn't have the nerve I know I only got what I deserved So now she's taken leave of me today Her father didn't like me anyway. Published By: Logo Songs Ltd. Keyboards: Pavel Rosak Acoustic Guitars: Rab Noakes / Gerry Rafferty Shaker: Brad Davis Vocals: Gerry Rafferty |
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| 8. |
| 2:04 |
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| 2:02 |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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Patrick my primitive painter of art
You will always and ever be near to my heart I will never cross water, never cross sea We will always be with you, Jockie, Mally, and me. The things that we have are all that we need You have your painting, and I like to Read books by people of feeling, someone sincere They remind me of you and what we have here. Patrick my primitive painter of art You will always and ever be near to my heart I will never cross water, never cross sea We will always be with you, Jockie, Mally, and me. If in our lifetime we find peace of mind We'll remember the bad days that we left behind Thinking only of love and what it can bring You paint songs for the children, a song we'll always sing. Patrick my primitive painter of art You will always and ever be near to my heart I will never cross water, never cross sea We will always be with you, Jockie, Mally, and me. |
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| 2:52 |
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Rick rack, rickety rack
See the train go along the track When I grow up I want to be an engine driver But if I can't be that I'll be a deep sea diver. My father says that I must always work on the land And I never disagreed when I'd see him lift his hand Mother thinks that I should be a carpenter to trade That I could fill my house with the things that I had made. Rick rack, rickety rack See the train go along the track When I grow up I want to be an engine driver But if I can't be that I'll be a deep sea diver. I look at the skies, see the birds that can fly, and I feel like cryin' Like a bird on the tree I just want to free so I'll keep on tryin'. Rick rack, rickety rack See the train go along the track When I grow up I want to be an engine driver But if I can't be that I'll be a deep sea diver. My brother says that I must pay attention at the school Because I've never won a prize, he thinks that I'm a fool Teacher always asks me why I look so far away It's just that I find nothing in the words he has to say. Rick rack, rickety rack I'm leaving home and I'm never coming back I'm on my way to be an engine driver But if I can't be that I'll be a deep sea diver. |
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| 3:43 |
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Look over the hill and far away
We'll see the start of a brand new day Heaven help us when it arrives One more day with tears in our eyes For the only one, lonely one Lonely one, where can she be? The figure stands at the windowpane Up to the hill he looks again Thinking back, he knows he was wrong How could he leave his home for so long And he's back to find no change of mind He was blind, where can she be? Why does he stand just outside the door It does no good, he's stood there before And just waved his hand, I don't understand There's no one there, so who can explain? Look over the hill and far away We'll see the start of a brand new day Heaven help us when it arrives One more day with tears in our eyes For the only one, lonely one Lonely one, where can she be? |
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| 2:32 |
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Don't you feel like talkin' to a man who's fed up walkin' all the time
Don't you feel like sayin' to a man who's fed up prayin' that you're mine We fought a lot of battles from Nebraska to Seattle, I'm so tired We hid in lonely places and we never seen the faces a?til they fired. Well hear me talkin' (blood and glory) I'm fed up walkin' (blood and glory) I'll tell a story (blood and glory) About blood and glory. When we threw away our sabers and we joined with Preston's Raiders for a while We looted and we plundered while the Yankee cannons thundered, we just smiled But now back home in Kentucky, and I know I've been lucky to survive I never want to see another cannon aimed at me while I'm alive. Well hear me talkin' (blood and glory) I'm fed up walkin' (blood and glory) I'll tell a story (blood and glory) About blood and glory. Vocals: Gerry Rafferty |
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| 2:35 |
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| 3:05 |
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| 2:19 |
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| 3:18 |
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I walk along the street and wonder what to do
I'd like to ease the pain in my troubled brain But as to how, I haven't a clue Should I shout at the people who pass me by Hey folks look at me, I'm no ordinary guy I had a love and she swore she was mine But she only loved me when the weather was fine. My mind tells me what to do Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know Keep it to yourself. On a subway train, I hide from the rain And take a seat right next to the door There's a man with a case and as I look at his face I'm sure I've seen him someplace before He looks up and I look down And then we both look away The train slows down and my head spins ‘round It's like scene from a one-act play. My mind tells me what to do Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know Keep it to yourself. I feel much better when the sun has lost its glow When the light of day is fading away And there are shadows wherever I go Yes the light is fading and I'm masquerading As a poet with something to say The inspiration's gone and I can't turn it on It's been the same since she went away. My mind tells me what to do Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know Keep it to yourself. |
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| 18. |
| 3:00 |
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| 19. |
| 1:51 |
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| 20. |
| 1:44 |
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| 2:47 |
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Walk in, sit down, open up your case
Tune up, and turn ‘round to show your face to the crowd Sing a song in a genuine bluegrass voice About your big Dixie Darling, the banjo that's always in tune. Please sing a song for us, play your guitar There isn't one of us care who you are But if the sound is good, you won't go wrong Please sing a song for us and we will sing along (so long). Stand up, stretch out to take the hand Of a girl called Rosie who thought your performance was cool Tune in, turn on, stop dead in your tracks At a voice softly singing about some fool on a hill. Please sing a song for us, play your guitar There isn't one of us care who you are And if the sound is good, you won't go wrong Please sing a song for us and we will sing along (so long). Vocals: Gerry Rafferty |
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| 4:18 |
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| 3. |
| 2:41 |
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| 2:37 |
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| 5. |
| 1:46 |
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| 1:59 |
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I live under the coconut tree
I lie in the sun and I swim in the sea I make my bed below the sky I still watch the world just a passin' me by. Hey hey, it's good to be free a?Cause they'll never ever find me a?neath the coconut tree. I left home because of my nagging wife Man oh man it was a terrible life She took all my money and she left me with none So I packed my bags and decided to run. My wife and family are looking for me But they'll never ever find me a?neath the coconut tree. Hey hey, it's good to be free a?Cause they'll never ever find me a?neath the coconut tree. I live under the coconut tree I lie in the sun and I swim in the sea I make my bed below the sky I still watch the world just a passin' me by. My wife and family are looking for me But they'll never ever find me a?neath the coconut tree. Vocals: Gerry Rafferty |
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| 1:23 |
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| 1:49 |
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| 2:07 |
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My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer
Than an Irish man who worked an honest day From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine, he'd make his way down to the mine Along the dusty road he'd travel Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row. He used to tell about the time he got hurt down in the mine He said he'd never go back down again But in his heart he knew he would, he did the only thing he could Kept on walkin' down that road Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row. But when he took to drinkin' we knew that he was thinkin' That his days were quickly coming to an end He'd only speak of Steamboat Row, he said someday we ought to go And walk along that dusty road Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row. |
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| 2:50 |
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| 3:00 |
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You say that I am out of touch
To me that doesn't mean so much You're tryin' hard to be so cool But you will always be the fool. All the best people do it There ain't nothin' to it Just keep turning every little thing into a lie. You think you know just what to say The words you use give you away There's always something lets me know That I'm up high and you're down low. All the best people do it There ain't nothin' to it Just keep turning every little thing into a lie. Why do you always just pretend You're gonna lose out in the end One day you'll wake up and you'll find That I have left you far behind. All the best people do it There ain't nothin' to it Just keep turning every little thing into a lie. You say that I am out of touch To me that doesn't mean so much You're tryin' hard to be so cool But you will always be the fool. All the best people do it There ain't nothin' to it Just keep turning every little thing into a lie. |
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| 3:03 |
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| 2:22 |
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Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got there
A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now he's way up in the air Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there. Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullaby When all of a sudden there came a great crash, now she's flying way up in the sky Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there. Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in May When out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph away Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there. Vocals: Gerry Rafferty |
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| 3:31 |
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| 3:20 |
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Sing your song to me, my singing bird
Let your voice ring loud and clear so you'll be heard While you're here tonight, we'll be as one For tomorrow you will seek the sun. Sing your song to me, my singing bird Let your voice ring loud and clear so you'll be heard Just for the moment I'm asking you to stay For tomorrow you'll be far away For tomorrow you'll be far away. Sing your song once more, my singing bird Let your voice ring loud and clear so you'll be heard While you're here tonight, we'll be as one For tomorrow you will seek the sun Yes tomorrow you will seek the sun. |
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| 1:30 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 2:02 |
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