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Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe We can find us a brand new recipe? I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill And I know a spot right over the hill There's soda pop and the dancing's free So if you wanna have fun, come along with me Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'? How's about cooking somethin' up with me? I'm free and ready, so we can go steady. How's about saving all your time for me? No more lookin' - I know I been cookin' Hows about keepin' steady company? I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence And buy me one for five or ten cents I'll keep it till it's covered with age Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'? How's about cooking somethin' up with me? |
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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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I don't believe in superstars organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold the certainty of growing old That right is right and left is wrong that north and south can't get along That east is east and west is west and being first is always best But I believe in love I believe in babies I believe in mom and dad and I believe in you I don't believe that heaven waits for only those who congregate I like to think of God as love he's down below he's up above He's watchin' people everywhere he knows who does and doesn't care And I'm an ordinary man sometimes I wonder who I am But I believe in love I believe in music I believe in magic and I believe in you Well I know with all my certainty what's going on with you and me is a good thing It's true I believe in you Well I don't believe virginity is as common as it used to be In working days and sleeping nights that black is black and white is white That Superman and Robin Hood are still alive in Hollywood That gasoline's in short supply the rising cost of gettin' by But I believe in love I believe in old folks I believe in children and I believe in you [ guitar ] |
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You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been And laugh and joke about me on the phone You can tell my arms go back to the farm You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips They won't be reaching out for you no more CHORUS But don't tell my heart My achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart My achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas You can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip He never really liked me anyway Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows I'm not O.K. Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today CHORUS CHORUS |
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| 2:14 |
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Trailer for sale or rent rooms to let fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room I'm a man of means by no means king of the road Third bocxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine Old worn out suit and shoes I don't pay no union dues I smoke old stogies I have found short but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means king of the road I know every engineer on every train all of the children and all of their names Every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around I sing trailer for sale or rent... |
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| 10. |
| 2:43 |
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I wake up in the morning I'm still crying, yes I am
And on my lips I can taste your goodnight kiss In my room the fragrance of your perfume lingers And I know there must be more to love than this I look across my lonely room and see your picture Your loving smiling face I know I miss, yes I would darlin' And I remebered to another you're still married And I know there must be more to love than this The ringing phone sounds like the doorbell to heaven, oh Lord Your voice sounds like an angel full of bliss But I'll go through hell tonight if I don't see you And I know there must be more to love than this There must be more to love than stolen moments This love it should have brought me happiness Ever since we started lovin' I've been hurtin' hurtin' hurtin' And I know there must be more to love than this Yes I know there must be more to love than this |
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| 2:54 |
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Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style and go hog wild me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Settle down far from town get me a pirogue And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie... Later on, swap my mon, get me a pirogue And I'll catch all the fish on the bayou Swap my mon, to buy Yvonne what she need-oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie... |
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| 2:43 |
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Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted And then some day you'd leave me for somebody new Worry, why do I let myself worry Wondering what in the world did I do Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for trying And crazy for crying And I'm crazy for loving you Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for trying And crazy for crying And I'm crazy for loving you |
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| 4:01 |
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) (Where those years have gone) I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance I hope you dance I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) I hope you dance (Where those years have gone) (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) (Where those years have gone) |
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| 3:47 |
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Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow Breakin' like a rocket who was makin' its way To the cities of Mexico Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th Had myself a lover who was finer than gold But I've broken up and busted up since And love don't play any games with me Anymore like she did before The world won't wait, so I better shake That thing right out there through the door Hell, I still love you, New York Found myself a picture that would fit in the folds Of my wallet and it stayed pretty good Still amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tunes Out on the streets and you could hear from inside Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd I would wait for you and I'd try to hide And love won't play any games with me Anymore if you don't want it to The world won't wait and I watched you shake But honey, I don't blame you Hell, I still love you, New York Hell, I still love you, New York New York I remember Christmas in the blistering cold In a church on the upper west side Babe, I stood their singing, I was holding your arm You were holding my trust like a child Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue B But I tried to keep the overhead low Farewell to the city and the love of my life At least we left before we had to go And love won't play any games with you Anymore if you want 'em to So we better shake this old thing out the door I'll always be thinkin' of you I'll always love you though New York I'll always love you though New York, New York, New York |
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