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9. | Tangled (Like A Spider In Her Hair) |
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Winter has me in it's grip
think I'll take a summer trip
on a sunny sailing ship
where the shells lie in the sand
I feel so lonely
I'm to young to feel this old
I need you and you only
when the weather gets this cold. That's why
Winter has me in it's grip
think I'll take a summer trip
on a sunny sailing ship
where the shells lie in the sand
There's no use in going
cause it's cold inside my heart
and it's always snowing
since the day we broke apart.
Winter has me in it's grip
think I'll take a summer trip
on a sunny sailing ship
where the shells lie in the sand.
I tried to run from winter
like this spring and summer run to fall
But when the weather's in you
there's no hiding place at all, that's why
Winter has me in it's grip
think I'll take a summer trip
on a sunny sailing ship
where the shells lie in the sand.
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If you wanna make me happy, here is all you gotta do
Take me where you're going and I'll take care of you
'Cause I got this need that's growing to keep you satisfied
And if you keep your green light showing well you can take me for a ride
Chorus:
'Cause I la la la la la la love you,
And I la la la la la la care.
And I really want you with me baby everywhere
Well, I like the way you're moving, and I like a the way you go
I like the way you let your locomotion show
'Cause my drivin' wheel is drivin' and my piston's working good
And if your motor gives you some trouble baby, I'll take a look underneath your hood (yes, I would)
(Chorus)
Well, I know you like your transportation with a motor and a rubber wheel,
But when you move you cause a transformation in this lover and the way I feel
So if you want to make me happy here is all you gotta do
Just let me ride your boxcar and I'll hobo with you
'Cause all I got is on my shoulder, I'm walkin' on my trav'lin' shoes
and before I get much older I'm gonna kick these lovesick blues
(Chorus)
Yes, I la la la la la la love you,
And I la la la la la la care.
'Cause I.. (repeat and fade out)
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I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night,
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight.
So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go,
Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show,
Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go.
There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo,
but living's so much harder where the heartless people go.
Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo.
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill,
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill.
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill,
And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child,
Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild.
But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while,
You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style.
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men,
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again,
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't
pretend,
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night,
The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light.
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight,
There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight.
And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please,
The victim of your riches often dies of your disease,
He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's
wheeze,
He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees.
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,
that homeless brother is my friend.
That homeless brother is my friend.
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It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me around.
It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me around.
There's a good life had for free
When you're out in the country
That's what I could use if I could get away there soon.
It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me around.
There's a good life had at sea
If you're not in the Navy
That's the life for you, sail away Raymond, sail away.
Now most folks just bore me
Always imposing and I'd rather meet a tree
Somewhere out in the cornfield.
And it's a sunshine
It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me
It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me
It's a sunshine life for me
If I could get away from this cloud over me
Seems to just follow me around.
It's a sunshine
It's a sunshine
It's a sunshine.
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There was a mummy at the fair, all crumpled in a folding chair.
The people passed, but didn't care that the mummy was a man,
so tell me if you can
Chorus:
Who are you? Who are you?
Where have you been, where are you going to?
Well, Andrew McCrew must have lost his way
'Cause though he died long ago he was buried today.
Verse 1:
Down on nightmare alley, where the shady people sway
a hobo came a-hikin' on a salty summer day
Well he hopped a freight in Dallas, and he rode out of sight
But on a turn he slipped, and he lost his grip
and he fell in-to the night.
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2: (same chords as first throughout all other verses)
Well, Andrew had one leg of wood, the other leg was small.
And when he fell off the train that night he found he had no legs at all.
Well they found him in the thicket, and the undertaker came.
And they mummified his body for a relative to claim.
Repeat Chorus
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But no one came to claim him, until the carnival passed through.
The carnies took him to their tent and they decided what to do.
Well they dressed him in a worn-out tugs and they put him on a stand.
And millions saw the legend called the 'famous mummy man'.
Repeat Chorus
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Well, what a way to live a life and what a way to die.
Left to live a living death with noone left to cry.
Petrified amazement, and wonder beyond words,
A man who found more life in death than life gave him at birth.
Repeat Chorus
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But what about the ones who live and wish that they could go.
Whose lives are lost to living and performing for the show.
Well at least you got the best of life until it got the best of you,
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Wonderful baby livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above,
up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,
where babies float by just
counting their toes.
Wonderful baby nothin' but new
The world has gone crazy, I'm glad I'm not you.
At the beginning or is it the end?
It goes in and comes out and starts over again.
Wonderful baby livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above,
up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,
where babies float by, just
counting their toes.
Wonderful baby I'll watch while you grow.
If I knew the future you'd be first to know.
But I don't know nothin' of what
life's about
Just as long as you live, you'll never find out.
Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear.
Love whom you will, but doubt what you hear.
They'll whisper sweet things to make untrue.
So be good to yourself, that's all
you can do.
Wonderful baby, livin' on love the sandman says maybe he'll
take you above,
up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,
where babies float by, just counting their toes,
where babies float by, just counting their toes
Ooh.
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You have lived such a gentle life upon this earth
that I am stunned by your sight.
If I could give but a token of the love you have,
then I might not be this lonely tonight.
Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
Bridge:
Oh, there are so few brave one's like you. Need I explain?
Never wondering what to do, what to venture, what to gain.
And, you have loved, in a total way, from flesh to soul.
You speak, without coy without pose.
Your eyes can see that the emperor has lost his clothes.
And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole.
Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
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Rust on your fingers, you got trouble at your feet.
Keep the home fires burning, but look out for the heat
'cause there's a man at the window who knows just what you think,
and there's a water boy behind you who won't give you a drink
Well it's a hard, hard time, no easy road in sight,
it takes a great big man to win a great big fight.
When it comes to dying, no matter what you tell,
They'll let you into a heaven 'cause you lived your life in hell.
Well they've got no way to reward you but to let those breezes blow,
And you've got nothing left to do but to let your anger show.
'Cause it's a hard, hard time, no easy road in sight,
it takes a great big man to win a great big fight.
Think about your baby, think about your wife,
Think about your banker who's trying to take your life.
Think about this planet that's rolling through the night.
Oh can you turn your back on such a great big fight?
You got the muscle, big man, you got the power,
but you're getting weaker with each passing hour.
Just like a flame in the rain, like a light in the night,
well if it's you that must stay, well then it's you that must fight!
'Cause it's a hard, hard time, your future's not bright,
it takes a great big man to win a great big
great big man to win a great big fight.
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Tangled (Like A Spider In Her Hair) |
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You saw me crying in the chapel.
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I am happy with the lord
Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the lord that I'll grow stronger
As I live from day to day
I've searched and I've searched
But I couldn't find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind
Now I'm happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
We gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the lord
Evr'y sinner looks for something
That will put his heart at ease
There is only one true answer
He must get down on his knees
Meet your neighbor in the chapel
Join with him in tears of joy
You'll know the meaning of contentment
Then you'll be happy with the lord
You'll search and you'll search
But you'll never find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind
Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Your burdens will be lighter
And you'll surely find the way
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Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.
The sun is high the day is new and
I have found a place with you.
Ev'ry place and ev'ry face casts a spell and leaves a trace,
With you in mind and with you near, the myth is gone, the past is clear
And here with scars of now and then so you and I begin again.
Did you know I've been searchin'? Did you know I've been blind?
Did you know I've been touchin' anything I could find?
Did you know that here below, moving where my feelings flow,
You live with me in time that's new, suspended in a love that's true
And far beyond the fatal noise and bathed in all life's simple joys.
Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.
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