The Little Beggar Girl

By Richard & Linda Thompson

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I'm just a little BEGgar girl and Sally is my name
You can call me a skiver and I'll call you the same
You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame
That I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame
That I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

I'll dance with my peg leg a-wiggling at the knee
I'll play on the accordion my father gave to me
For it's well worth it all to please a gent such as thee
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And it's well worth it all to please a gent such as thee
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

I've been down to London, I've been up to Crewe
I travel far and wide to do the work that I do
'Cause I love taking money off a snob like you
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And I love taking money off a snob like you
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Oh the poor they will be rich and the rich they will be poor
That's according to Saul when he wrote down the law
And I'd much rather be rich after than before
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And I'd much rather be rich after than before
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

If the words of my song do your conscience alarm
Just remember generosity is like a lucky charm
If you give me your money, it'll do you no harm
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
If you give me your money, it'll do you no harm
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Wow, I'd completely forgotten that one. Haven't heard it since it was in the charts

Death of a CLOWN -- The Kinks

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My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's go and drink to the death of a CLOWN

Won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

So won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

The STUFF You Gotta Watch -- Muddy Waters

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You know the girl you love, don't treat you right sometimes
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know the girl you love, don't treat you right sometimes
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause your girl is a liar

You know, the girl you love stays out all night long
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know, the girl you love stays out all night long
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause your girl's treatin' you wrong

Get my hat
(Get my hat)
I need my coat
(Need my coat)
'Cause I just found out baby you don't want me anymore
That's the STUFF you gotta watch, that's the STUFF you gotta watch
That's the STUFF you gotta watch if you don't wanna lose your girl

You know the girl's no good, don't you make no change
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know your girl's no good, don't you make no change
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause you all are just the same

She spends your dough, she drink your gin
Then she'll roll and she'll tumble, then she's ready to go again
That's the STUFF you gotta watch, that's the STUFF you gotta watch
That's the STUFF you gotta watch if you don't wanna lose your girl

Great pick!

Wash Us Away

(Ian Hunter)

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On the very first decade that we got to dreamin'
Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin'
At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on
Hitler was dead, welcome to Babylon

Carved our initials out across the sand
The heart and the arrow, no-one understands
Then the tide rolled in and everything ran
And washed us away, washed us away, washed us away

Up in the attic ambition was burning
Now my fingers were bleedin' but the tables were turning
Down in the city the future was beckoning
And I hated myself on the day of reckoning
(Oh yeah)
Carved our initials on top of the cake
The heart and the arrow - the rattle and the snake
How was I to know that the Earth was gonna break
And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away

Everything's temporary in this world
Ain't it a shame when you lose someone
Here tomorrow, gone today
Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away

There was never a fool like a young fool alone in
A world without someone he can find a home in
And for all the wrong reasons we rescued each other
You bandaged my heart I never would recover
(ohhhh)
No river runs true, it always takes a twist
Hearts can be broken, arrows gonna miss
How was I to know that it was gonna come down to this
And wash us away

And we wrote our names on the Dead Sea Scrolls
The young and the restless, the brave and the BOLD
How was we to know it was gonna get outta control
And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away,wash us away, wash us away

HEAT Treatment - Graham Parker

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HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the flame is burning
HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the world is turning
Around round around round around yeah

Now when the sun fades out and the street lights rise
News makes print and a baby cries
That's when you might find me waiting on the day
Uh huh baby I'm wasting away

HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the flame is burning
HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the world is turning
Around round around round around yeah

Well a out in the jungle there's a war going down
You wind up eating all the friends you've found
But you know and I know and it's understood
Let's get out while the gettings good

HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the flame is burning
HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the world is turning
Around round around round around yeah

I want to burn baby
I want to burn baby
I want to burn baby
I want to burn baby
I want to burn baby
I want to burn baby
I want to burn while the flame is burning

HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the flame is burning
HEAT treatment baby sweet treatment baby
HEAT treatment while the world is turning
Around round around round around yeah

Someone’s Got a Hold of My Heart -- Bob Dylan

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They say, “Eat, drink and be merry"
"Take the bull by the horns”
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away to me

Gettin’ harder and harder to recognize the trap
Too much information about nothin’
Too much educated rap
It’s just like you told me, just like you said it would be

The moon rising like wildfire
I feel the breath of a storm
Something I got to do tonight
You go inside and stay warm

Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Yeah, you got a hold of my heart

Just got back from a city of flaming red skies
Everybody thinks with their stomach
There’s plenty of spies
Every street is crooked, they just wind around till they disappear

Madame Butterfly, she lulled me to sleep
Like an ancient river
So wide and deep
She said, “Be easy, baby, ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ here”

You’re the one I’ve been waitin’ for
You’re the one I desire
But you must first realize
I’m not another man for HIRE

Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Yeah, you got a hold of my heart

Hear that hot-blooded singer
On the bandstand croon
September song, Memphis in June
While they’re beating the devil out of a guy who’s wearing a powder blue wig

I been to Babylon
I gotta confess
I could still hear the voice crying in the wilderness
What looks large from a distance, close up is never that big

Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine
Never could learn to look at your face and call it mine

Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Yeah, you got a hold of my heart

BOSSa Nova Baby -- Elvis Presley

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I said, "Take it easy, baby
I worked all day and my feet feel just like lead
You got my shirt tails flying all over the place
And the sweat popping out of my head"

She said, "Hey, BOSSa nova baby
Keep on working for this ain't no time to quit"
She said, "Go, BOSSa nova baby
Keep on dancing, I'm about to have myself a fit"

BOSSa nova
BOSSa nova

I said, "Hey little mama, let's sit down
Have a drink and dig the band"
She said, "Drink, drink, drink oh, fiddle-de-dink
I can dance with a drink in my hand"

She said, "Hey BOSSa nova baby
Keep on working for this ain't no time to drink"
She said, "Go BOSSa nova baby
Keep on dancing, 'cause I ain't got time to think"

BOSSa nova
BOSSa nova

I said, "Come on baby, it's hot in here
And it's oh so cool outside
If you lend me a dollar, I can buy some gas
And we can go for a little ride"

She said, "Hey BOSSa nova baby
Keep on working for I ain't got time for that"
She said, "Go BOSSa nova baby
Keep on dancing or I'll find myself another cat"

BOSSa nova
BOSSa nova

I haven't been swimming for so long! I really must change that.

Man of Constant SORROW - Ralph Stanley

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I am a man of constant SORROW
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid fair well to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised

For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on Earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now

It's fair thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
A face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore

An open swim is glamorous enough

The World Is Going Wrong -- The Mississippi Sheiks

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Strange things have happened
That never before
My baby told me
I would have to go

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

Feel bad this mornin'
Ain't got no home
No use a-worryin'
'Cause the world gone wrong

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

I told you, baby
Right to your head
If I did leave ya, I would
Have to kill you dead

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

I tried to be lovin'
And TREAT you kind
But it seems that now, right
Got no love in mind

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

If you have a woman
And she don't be kind
Pray to the good Lord, to
Get her off your mind

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

Then, when you've been good, now
Can't do no more
Just tell her kindly
There is the front door

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone wrong

Pack up my suitcase
Give me my hat
No use to ask me, babe because
I'll never be back

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey because the world's gone wrong.

Waking up in your big brass bed?

I Contain Multitudes - Bob Dylan

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Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I'll drink to the man that shares your BED
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

A red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes

I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again

I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes

Pink pedal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful parts
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed

Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there's no love left behind
I play Beethoven's sonatas, Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes

Ah, you got there first

Ain't Talkin' - Bob Dylan

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As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain't talking, just walking
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burning, still yearning
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to heal
So pray for me, mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I am trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well

Ain't talking, just walking
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burning, still yearning
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost

Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleeping
I'll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain't talking, just walking
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking through the cities of the plague.

Well, the whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down

Ain't talking, just walking
Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town.
Heart burning, still yearning
Some day you'll be glad to have me around.

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll revenge my father's death then I'll step back

Ain't talking, just walking
Hand me down my walking cane.
Heart burning, still yearning
Got to get you out of my miserable brain.

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't talking, just walking
My mule is sick, my horse is blind.
Heart burning, still yearning
Thinking about that girl I left behind.

Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and HONOR never seem to fade
The fire gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?

Ain't talking, just walking
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking with an ache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain't talking, just walking
Walking ever since the other night.
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking until I'm clean out of sight.

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain't talking, just walking
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burning, still yearning
In the last outback at the world's end.

WANDERing Star - Lee Marvin

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I was born under a WANDERing star
I was born under a WANDERing star

Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back

I was born under a WANDERing star

Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true

I was born under a WANDERing star
I was born under a WANDERing star

Do I know where hell is? Hell is in "hello"
Heaven is goodbye forever, it's time for me to go

I was born under a WANDERing star
A WANDERing, WANDERing star

(Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true)


(I was born under a WANDERing star
I was born under a WANDERing star)

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam, and soon you'll know where I will be

I was born under a WANDERing star
A WANDERing, WANDERing star

She Still Comes Around to See What's LEFT of Me -- Jerry Lee Lewis

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I know I'm not a model husband although I'd like to be
But payday nights and painted women they do strange things to me
But when the party's over and the good is all she sees
Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's LEFT of me

Six days out of seven I work hard at doing right
But believe me you could set your watch at me on Friday night
I'm lucky that she understands the fool that lives in me
Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's LEFT of me

The way thagt I'm living now it's a wonder she can take it
That woman's got a heart of gold it's killing me to break it

I know I don't deserve her but I'm thankful as can be
Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's LEFT of me

Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's LEFT of me

Everyone - Van Morrison

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We shall walk again down along the lane
Down the avenue just like we used to do
With our heads so high, smile at passers by
Then we'll softly sigh ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

By the winding stream we shall lay and dream
We'll make dreams come true if we want them to
Yes, all will come play the pipes and drum
Sing a happy song and we'll sing along

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

We shall walk again all along down the lane
Down the avenue just like we used to do
With our heads so high, smile at passers by
Then we'll softly sigh ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan

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Ain't it just like the night to play
Tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded
Though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play
Blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls
They whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the MIRROR
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall
To be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, "This is what salvation must be like after a while"
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks
To the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"You can't look at much, can you, man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

2X2 - Bob Dylan

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One by one, they followed the sun
One by one, until there were none
TWO by TWO, to their lovers they flew
TWO by TWO, into the foggy dew
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive
Six by six, they were playing with tricks

How many paths did they try and fail?
How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?

Seven by seven, they headed for heaven
Eight by eight, they got to the gate
Nine by nine, they drank the wine
Ten by ten, they drank it again

How many tomorrows have they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?

TWO by TWO, they stepped into the ark
TWO by TWO, they step in the dark
Three by three, they’re turning the key
Four by four, they turn it some more

One by one, they follow the sun
TWO by TWO, to another rendezvous
Three by three, don't tread on me
Four by four....

Day Is DONE - Nick Drake

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When the day is DONE
Down to Earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is DONE

When the day is DONE
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began

When the day is DONE
When the night is cold
Some get by, but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown

When the game's been fought
You sped the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought

When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through

When the day is DONE
Down to Earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is DONE

Ballad of a Thin Man - Bob Dylan

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You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you, you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you will say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"

But something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel to
Be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a BONE
]
And something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organization

Aw, you've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You are very well read
It's well known

But something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

And something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "Now"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back "You're a cow
Give me some milk or else go home"

And you know something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There oughtta be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To carry at all times a telephone

'Cause something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Couldn't think of a song for Bella, but this was as close as I could get...

BELLE -- Al Green

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BELLE
The Lord and I've been friends for a mighty long time
Ooh hoo, BELLE
Leaving Him has never ever really crossed my mind
Let me say just one thing
I'd never go so far, mmm
'Cause it's Him no matter who you are, oh hoo
BELLE
Oh, it's you that I want, but it's Him that I need

I'd like to take a little minute just to say now
BELLE
The laughter of the sound has quieted down
Ooh hoo, mmm, BELLE
The best thing we could do is have Him around
Now. I'm not playing, little lady, let me say this one thing
I think if love could abound
My heart was lost but now it's found
Ooh hoo, BELLE
Oh, let's you and I let His love come down

I'm so happy, happy about that now, say this
Seems so easy to me
To try to act naturally
Let's not waste each other's time, time, ooh hoo

BELLE
He's my surprise and, Lord, he's my joy
My joy, not a toy
BELLE
I know that you can understand
A little country boy
Just a little country boy
Hey, He brought me safe thus far
Let me say it, little lady
Through many drunken country bars
Ooh hoo, BELLE, oh, let me say
He's my bright morning star

BELLE, BELLE
My bright in the morning
He's my bright in the morning, He's
He's my everything, my everything
Hey, a drink of water
(BELLE, BELLE)
BELLE
He's my joy in the morning time
(BELLE, BELLE)
BELLE
I know you're all of these things, yeah
But, uh, He's such a brighter joy, He's such a brighter
He's, He's, He's
(Little, little, little lady, BELLE)
(Jesus is my)
(I just let you know that Jesus)
Little, little, little BELLE
(My everything)
My everything
(Everything)
Everything
In the morning
(Time, time)
In the evening
(Time, time)
In the daytime
In the nighttime
(Little lady)
Hey! Hey!
He's my everything, yeah! He's
BELLA
BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA ...

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Ring Your BELL - The Band

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Ring your BELL
Change your number
Run like hell
You can't hide from thunder

Oh, no
Ring your BELL
Get in the wind
You and me gonna make some medicine

Run that rebel across the tracks
With the Mounties on his trail
He was taught
Don't get caught at the mercy of the man
Land in jail
Meet me, madam, on the high road
We gonna blow the man down
I've been totin' a heavy load
And I'm rarin' to clown
Mess around

Ring your BELL
Shake your tower
Pump your well
Turn on your power
I'm gonna ring your BELL
Glide on in
You and me gonna make some medicine

Smoky bars and souped-up cars
Where we drowned all sorrow
Renegade woman
Love me like there's no tomorrow
Left to borrow
Bloodhounds comb the back streets
With the ramrod close behind
Ask for justice, you gonna find
My ass across
That border line

Ring your BELL
Sound the chime
Open up your shell
Get on the line
Come on, ring your BELL
Gimme some skin
You and me gonna make some medicine

Scottsboro Boys - Leadbelly

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Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya what it all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya what it all about

I'm gonna talk to Joe Louis
And it all angered me
Don't even try to think about it
Alabama ree

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

I'm gonna tell all the colored people
Even the old **** here
Don't ya ever go to Alabama
And try to live

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Gon' tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

I'm gonna tell all the colored people
Livin' in Harlem swing
Don't ya ever go to Alabama
Just try to sing

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Gon' tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell it all about

[After 4.25 in the recording]
"I advise everybody be a little careful when they go along there, best stay WOKE, keep their eyes open."

Sweedeedee - Michael Hurley

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My little woman causes me a whole lot of trouble sometimes
She worries me so bad
I don't know what to do
I take a walk
Figure the rolling of my feet would come to ease my mind

I'll just go away
And I WON'T know
Where I'm going

And I WON'T know where
That I am going to
Cause she bugger me
She bugger me
Oh man, she'd bugger you

I'm with you in the morning, baby
'till the break of day
I know you WON'T take my heart
Tryin' to make me go away
Seems like everybody
Has got a little hard luck, sometime
And I know one thing for sure, baby
I've been having mine

We had one of them old fleabag apartments
You know the kind I mean
You walk up on the fifth floor there
Sometimes on a sunny day from the roof
You can see them flying kites in Washington Square
I go up on the roof and I watch her hanging up the clothes and I'd say to her:

"Wash the clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang 'em on the line
I can see by the way you wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine"

I'm with you in the morning, baby
'till the break of day
Well, I know you don't want my heart
Tryin' to make me go away
Seems like everybody
Got a little hard luck sometime
And I know one thing for sure
I've been having mine

I remember that old scumbag coffee shop we used to hang out at
The manager there he'd let us stay without paying a cover
And I was always asking her sometime
We gotta leave the city
And I'd say to her:

"You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang 'em on the line
And I can see by the way
You wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine"

I'm with you in the morning baby
'till the break of day
I know you won't take my heart
Don't make me go away
Seem like everybody
Got a little hard luck, sometime
And I know one thing for sure, baby
I've been having mine
Baby, I've been having mine

You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang them on the line
And I can see by the way
You wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine

DON'T Think Twice, It's Alright -- Elvis Presley (via Bob Dylan)

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Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more

I'm a-thinking and a-wonderin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

So long honey, baby
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well

I ain't a-saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

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What Are You DOING the Rest of Your Life? --
Barbra Streisand

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What are you DOING the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me

All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me

I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of gold and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make

Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In a world of love you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two

Through all of my life
Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you

Yes, wish it were longer but I'm happy that it's still rock hard as I near 70 ;-)

One Too Many Mornings - Bob Dylan

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Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin'
The dogs 'll lose their bark
And the silent night will SHATTER
From the sounds inside my mind
As I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes they start to fade
And I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good
You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

When I was in my 20s (left) straight up. Now I'm in my 60s (right) a little lower, but still skywards

MAD About the Boy - Gertrude Lawrence

(words & music by Noel Coward)

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I met him at a party just a couple of years ago
He was rather over-hearty, and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the Screen
He cast a certain spell.

I basked in his attraction for a couple of hours or so
His manners were a fraction too meticulous
If he was real or not, I couldn’t tell
But like a silly fool, I fell.

MAD about the boy
I know it’s stupid to be MAD about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it
But must admit
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy.

On the Silver Screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware
That here and there
Are traces of the cad about the boy
Lord knows I’m not a fool girl
I really shouldn’t care
Lord knows I’m not a school-girl
In the flurry of her first affair.
Will it ever cloy ?
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I’m feeling quite insane
And young again
And all because I’m MAD about the boy.

MAD about the boy
It’s pretty funny but I'm MAD about the boy
He has a gay appeal
That makes me feel
There’s maybe something sad about the boy
Walking down the street,
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
I can’t believe it’s true
But when I’m blue.
In some strange way I’m glad about the boy.

I’m hardly sentimental
Love isn’t so sublime
I have to pay my rental
And I can’t afford to waste much time.

If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me
And enchains me.

But I can’t, because I’m MAD about the boy.

The Window Up ABOVE -- George Jones

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I've been living a new way
Of life that I love so
But I can see the clouds are gathering
And the storm will wreck our home

For last night, he held you tightly
And you didn't even shove
This is true, for I've been watching
From the window up ABOVE

You must have thought that I was sleeping
And I wish that I had been
But I guess it's best to know you
And the way your heart can sin

I thought we belong together
And our hearts fit like a glove
I was wrong, for I've been watching
From the window up ABOVE

From my eyes, the teardrops started
As I listened on and on
I heard you whisper to him softly
That our marriage was all wrong

But I hope he makes you happy
And you will never lose his love
I was wrong, I was watching
From the window up ABOVE

How I wish I could be dreaming
And wake up to an honest love
I was wrong, for I was watching
From the window up ABOVE

21st Century digital shot

A Polaroid back in the 1980s

She Even Woke Me Up to Say GOODBYE -- Jerry Lee Lewis

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Mornings come and lord my mind is achin'
Yes it is
Sunshine standing quietly at my door
Just like the dawn my heart is silently breaking
With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor

Once again
The whole town will be talking
Yes they will
Lord I've seen the pity that's in their eyes
They could never understand it's her sorrow it's not a man
And no matter what they say we know she tried

Baby's packed her soft things and she's left me
She's left me
She's left me
And I know she didn't mean to make me cry
It's not her heart lord it's her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind
Why she even woke me up to say GOODBYE

It's not her heart lord it's her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind
Why she even woke me up to say GOODBYE

A Polaroid taken many many years ago

Blind Willie McTell -- by Bob Dylan

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I've SEEN the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem"
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Was his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what's His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

House on the HILL - Kevin Coyne

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Well I'm going to the house upon the HILL,
The place where they give you pills
The rooms are always chilled,
They're never cosy

Where they give three suits a year
And at Christmas time a bottle of beer
And at Easter time the mayor comes round,
He's always smiling

Where the old ladies sit by the garden wall
And they never hear the bluebird call
Never notice the leaves that fall cause they're all crazy

Where the red bus stands by the great big gate
The red bus that's always late,
You know why it's always late
Cause it's always empty

Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny that's it's making me cry
Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny Lord, sometimes I wish I could die.

Now this pagan life is getting me down, my brow is filled with a furl and a frown
My eyelids lower as low as can be but I'm not sleeping

I wander round that Brixton Square with the bottles strewn everywhere
Under tables and under chairs and they're all broken

Where the big red face of the man on the beat Says Hey, have you had something to eat?
Thrusts out his yellow teeth, they're all for biting

Where I don't have a cent and I don't know how I'll pay the rent
I think I'll turn bent and make some money

So if you know a way I can go from out of this show you know
You could give me a golden glow but you're not trying

You'd never lift a regular hand, you call me a lazy man
Who on earth will ever understand I'm really trying

So I'm going to the house upon the HILL, the place where they give you pills
And where the doctors they don't kill cause they're so friendly

Where the red bus stands by the great big gate
The red bus and it's always late, you know why it's always late

Because it's always empty

Crash Street KIDS - Mott the Hoople

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See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don't know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse


The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I'm getting too tired to resist
We'll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell 'em we're brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain't just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved
I've been annulled and I can't seem to prove it
And you're so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(One's your son, one's your son, one's your son)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You're too late, you're too late, you're too late)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates? )

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead)
Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead
Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead

COWBOYs Are Secretly Fond of Each Other - Willie Nelson & Orville Peck

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Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend
And a small town don't like it when somebody falls between the sexes
No, a small town don't like it when a COWBOY has feelings for men

And I believe to my soul that inside every man there's the feminine
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice. loud and clear
And a COWBOY may brag about things that he's done with his women
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer

COWBOYs are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
There's many a COWBOY who don't understand
The way that he feels for his brother
And inside every COWBOY, there's a lady that'd love to slip out

And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead
So when you talk to a COWBOY don't treat him like he was a sister
You can't fuck with a lady that's sleepin' in each COWBOY's head

COWBOYs are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
There's many a COWBOY who don't understand
The way that he feels for his brother
And inside every lady, there's a COWBOY who'd love to come out

And inside every COWBOY, there's a lady that'd love to slip out

My Own Version of You -- Bob Dylan

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All through the summers, into January
I've been visiting mosques and monasteries
Looking for the necessary BODY parts
Limbs and livers and brains and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you

Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
But not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean

I'll take the scar-faced Pacino and the Godfather vandal
Mix it up and attack, and get a robot commander
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice
I don't gamble with cards and I don't shoot no dice
Can you look in my face with your sightless eyes?
Can you cross your heart and hope to die?
I'll bring someone to life, someone for real
Someone who feels the way that I feel

I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my mind
I wanna do things for the benefit of all mankind
I say to the willow tree, "Don't wait for me"
I'm saying to hell with all things that used to be
Well, I get into trouble, then I hit the wall
No place to turn, no place at all
I'll pick a number between a-one and two
And I ask myself, "What would Julius Caesar do?"
I will bring someone to life in more ways than one
Don't matter how long it takes, it'll be done when it's done

I'm gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe on Judgment Day
After midnight, if you still wanna meet
I'll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street
Two doors down, not that far a walk
I'll hear your footsteps, you won't have to knock
I'll bring someone to life, balance the scales
I'm not gonna get involved any insignificant details

You can bring it to St. Peter, you can bring it to Jerome
You can bring it all the way over, bring it all the way home
Bring it to the corner where the children play
You can bring it to me on a silver tray
I'll bring someone to life, spare no expense
Do it with decency and common sense

Can you tell me what it means, to be or not to be?
You won't get away with fooling me
Can you help me walk that good land mile?
Can you give me the blessings of your smile?
I'll bring someone to life, use all of my powers
Do it in the dark in the wee, small hours

I can see the history of the whole human race
It's all right there, it's carved into your face
Should I break it all down? Should I fall on my knees?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel, can you tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back 'fore England or America were made
Step right into the burnin' hell
Where some of the best-known enemies of mankind dwell
Mr. Freud with his dreams, Mr. Marx with his ax
See the raw hide lash rip the skin from their backs

Got the right spirit, you can feel it you can hear it
You've got what they call the immortal spirit
You can feel it all night, you can feel it in the morn
It creeps in your body, the day you were born
One strike of lightning is all that I need
And a blast of electricity that runs at top speed
Shimmy your ribs, I'll stick in the knife
Gonna jump-start my creation to life
I wanna bring someone to life, turn back the years
Do it with laughter and do it with tears

Mississippi - Bob Dylan

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Every step of the way, we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, I been working in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, came pouring down
Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

All my powers of expression I thought so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinking about the things that Rosie said
I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed

Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees
Feeling like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too

Some people will offer you their hand and some won't
Last night I knew you, tonight I don't
I need something strong to distract my mind
I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind

Well I got here following the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast
I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me

Everybody's moving, if they ain't already there
Everybody's got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get INTERESTING right about now

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waiting to be kind
So give me your hand and say you'll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.

The Hunter - Wanda Jackson

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There's a STRANGEr in town called The Hunter
Wild and reckless lovin' is his game
He'll whisper lies and lure you to his pitfall
And leave you trapped in your own shame

The Hunter's always lurking in the shadows
Waiting to pounce upon his prey
Should you give him more than a passing glance
He'll hunt you down and steal your heart away

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of The Hunter

The Hunter knows a woman is a woman
And each of you will have your time and place
He'll track you one by one until you're fallin'
And leave you there with mud upon your face

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of The Hunter

Ah don't be trapped by the Hunter

On the Sunny Side of the STREET - Louis Armstrong

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Grab your coat, and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the STREET

Can't you hear a pitter-pat?
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the STREET

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover crossed over

If I never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the STREET

I used to walk in a shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover has crossed over

If I never, never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the STREET

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