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Kenny Rogers
Kenny Rogers


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Настоящее имя Kenneth Donald Rogers
Дата рождения 21 августа 1938 г.
Откуда Houston, Texas, United States
Жанры Country
Country Pop
Rock
Годы 1958—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
Curb Records
WEA International Inc.
Capitol Nashville Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Glen Campbell
The New Christy Minstrels
The First Edition
Dottie West
Sheena Easton
Kim Carnes
Сайт Website



Альбом Kenny Rogers


with The First Edition

1970
1.
2.
3.
Then I Miss You
4.
5.
6.
Sunshine Joe
7.
Stranger in My Place
8.
It's a Crazy Afternoon
9.
10.
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You lie in chair sleep beside me
I hear your warm breathing
I take your hands and hold it tightly
Listen, can you hear our young hearts beating
I kiss the slip from your eyes
Your smile is sweeter than the morning
And here it comes
Can you feel it baby
Can you feel it, here it comes
Feel it (fire)
(Something's burning)
I don't forget your love

And now the sun is burning brightly
We lie in love so close together
I get the feeling deep inside of me
My love for you will burn forever
I kept my hands to touch your face
And once again I feel your fine love
And once again I feel your fine love
And here it comes
Can you feel it baby
Can you feel it, here it comes
Feel it (fire)
(Something's burning)

. . .


She Even Woke Me Up To Say Goodbye

Well the morning's come
and Lord my mind is aching
The sunshine's quietly standing 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
It's more I've seen the pity in their eyes
they could never understand
it's her sorrow not a man
no matter what they say I know she tried
Baby's packed her soft things
and oh she's left me
I know she never meant 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.

. . .

Then I Miss You

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. . .


The wages of an unskilled
Working man never paid enough
From time to time a nickel on a race
Keeps him from giving up.

A blue collared man in Seattle
Never lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table
For my Washington woman and me.

The work slowed down and the one day
The foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down on my last dime
I met a girl from Arkansas.

Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman
Woke up without me.

From city to city, and state to state
I get her in shame
My Washington woman had six months left
Before out child would bring her pain.

That Arkansas woman hurt me
As we crossed the Arkansas line
But the arms of Seattle
Are the arms that kept huggin' mine.

For year I have basked in expensive wines
Taste champagne every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate.

I locked up all of her forgiveness
The day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington woman
Stopped beating for me.

My Washington woman sends me a letter
Every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page
Is a picture of my child

All but words, the room grows cold
With a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between
My Arkansas woman and me...

. . .


(Writer Mike Settle)

Just remember you're my sunshine
When I'm with you I don't feel any pain
Just remember that I love you
Even if I cannot be your man.

I'm not leaving you forever
But I got business farther down the line
You got your troubles
Baby, I got mine.

Hold on, everything will be alright
Hold on, I got to have a little more time
Hold on and together we will find
All the answers, all we need is time now.

Just remember that I love you
When you got no one to hold your hand
Yes you know I'll be back home
Just as soon, just as soon as I can.

Hold on, everything will be alright
Hold on, I got to have a little more time
Hold on and together we will find
All the answers, all we need is time now...

. . .

Sunshine Joe

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. . .

Stranger in My Place

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. . .

It's a Crazy Afternoon

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. . .


As I drive toward home I picture Momma waiting
She'll be glad to see her big time boy come home
She gets little in return for all she's given
And I'm all she's got to love since Daddy's gone.

Now I'm forty miles away and I'm still wonderin'
Why I ever told her I was doing well
When I first went wrong I should have turned to Momma
But it's hard to get back up once you have fell.

Chorus:
It's the last time I'll see flowers in the morning
It's the last time I'll hear robins in the spring
It's the last time I'll feel Momma's arms around me
It's the last chance here on earth I'll have to sing.

As I drive away behind me Momma's waving
To a son who's all she'd ever hoped he'd be
Now she says her final prayers, 'Go, meet Daddy'
And I'm glad she's only seen one side of me.

Today makes thirteen years in Coleman's Federal Prison
And tonight I'll walk these last few steps alone
But I can't help think that somewhere Momma's waiting
When someday she'll see her big time boy come home.

Chorus:
It's the last time I'll see flowers in the morning
It's the last time I'll hear robins in the spring
It's the last time I'll feel Momma's arms around me
It's the last chance here on earth I'll have to sing...

. . .


Elvira, Elvira
My heart's on fire for Elvira.

We look like dough, lips like sherry wine
She can sure enough make my little light shine
I get a funny feelin' up and down my spine
'Cause I know that my Elvira's mine.

Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow
Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow
Heigh-ho silver, away.

Elvira, Elvira
My hear's on fire for Elvira

Tonight I'm gonna meet her to hungry house cafe
And I'm gonna give her all the love I can
She's gonna jump and holler
'Cause I saved up two dollars
She's gonna search and find that preacher man.

Elvira, Elvira
My hear's on fire for Elvira

Elvira, Elvira

Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na...

. . .


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