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Imagination is funny
It makes a cloudy day sunny
It makes a bee think of honey
Just like I think of you
Imagination is crazy
Your whole perspective gets hazy
It starts you asking a daisy what to do
What to do
Have you ever felt a gentle touch
And then a kiss, then and then
You find it's only your imagination again
Oh well
Imagination is silly
You go around willy-nilly
For example I go around wanting you
Yet I can't imagine that you want me too
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Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss her each night and day
I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's
Getting stronger the longer I stay away
Miss the moss-covered vines, tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
I'd love to see that old lazy Mississippi
Running in the spring
Moonlight on the bayous
Creole tunes fill the air
I dream about magnolias in June
And I'm wishin I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
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Basin Street is the street
Where all the white and the black folk meet
Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
You never know how much it seems
Not just how much it really means
I'm glad to be, yessirree, in the land of reverie
I can't lose my Basin Street Blues
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Oh please, don't talk about me when I'm gone
Although our friendship ceases from now on
Hey Carmen, if you can't say anything real nice
It's better not to talk at all, that's my advice
We are parting
You go your way
I'll go mine
It's best that we do
Here's a little kiss
I hope that this brings lots of love to you
Makes no difference how I carry on
'Cause baby I know you'd better not talk about me when I'm gone
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Moonlight and magnolias, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was I really there
Was I really there with you
We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on Alabama that night
I can't forget the glamour, your eyes held a tender light
And stars fell on Alabama last night
Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And stars fell on Alabama last night
--Spoken:
"Alright, let's take it on down from Muscle Shoals through Decatur"
"Mmmm, Birmingham, ooh Montgomery"
"Right up over Spanish Fort into Mobile, my hometown"
"Mister T..."
(harmonica solo)
Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
Ah, stars fell on Alabama last night
--Spoken:
"One more time boys..."
Yes, we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dunes so white
And stars fell on Alabama
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S' wonderful! 'S marvelous!
You should care for me!
S' awful nice! 'S paradise!
S' what I love to see!
You've made my life so glamorous
You can't blame me for feeling amorous.
Oh! 'S wonderful! 'S marvelous!
That you should care for me!
S' wonderful! S' marvelous!
That you should care for me!
S' awful nice! S' paradise!
S' what I love to see!
My dear, it's four-leaf clover time
From now on my heart's working overtime.
Oh! S' wonderful! 'S marvelous!
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I could while away the hours
Conferrin with the flowers
Consultin with the rain
And my head I'd be scratchin
While my thoughts were busy hatchin
If I only had a brain
I'd unravel any riddle
For any individd-el
In trouble or in pain
With the thoughts I'd be thinkin
I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain
Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more
I would not be just a nothin
My head all full of stuffin
My heart all full of pain
Perhaps I deserve you
And be even worthy erve you
If I only had
If I only had a brain
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Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why one should tear the seam of anyone's dream
It's over my head
Do nothin' till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the word of others you heard
Baby, I haven't a chance
True I've been seen
With someone new
That doesn't mean
I've been untrue
While we're apart
The words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothin' till you hear it from me
Baby, you never will
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