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Sure do appreciate y'all coming
Especially you Skinny Lizzy
Me and my cousin Frank
He's the one that robbed the bank
Bought some whiskey all can drink
And it's in the barn
You see Ma, she's passed away
And there's not much I can say
'Cept I'd like you all to pray
'Cause I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me!
Won't y'all come again
Won't y'all come?
Your faces keep us warm
Won't y'all come?
Pappa sits alone and all he does is moan and moan, moan and moan
So I put on my pin-striped suit
I wouldn't fill my pockets with loot
I went looking for the Reverend Luke way up north in Tennessee
Won't y'all come again
Won't y'all come?
Your faces keep us warm
Won't y'all come?
Ma passed away
Not much I can say
Like you all to pray
I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me!
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The friendly ranger paused
And scooping a bowl of beans
Spreading them like stars
Falling like justice on different scenes
"I'm damned"
"Indeed, comrade"
"I'm being bombed"
And all the people's faces turned strawberry blonde
By the morning gate the friendly ranger waits
For the sun making sure it's not late
"Just in time" "No need to fear" "Well, just in case"
And all the people are happy for another year
And in the evening shade he climbs upon the sun
Getting it's glow
He goes on
Singing this song
To feel the goodness glowing inside
To walk down a street with my arms about your hips, side by side
To play with a sad eyed child till he smiles
To look at a starry sky at night, realize the miles
To see the sun set behind the steeple
Clontarf Castle, no King, Queen or knightly people
A coal fire and it's pouring rain
To wave goodbye to a very good friend, never meet again
Little thoughts bring little memories of you to me
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Remember those golden days
We used to walk hand in hand
I was your friend, your fool, your lover
I was your man
I can see you then
Smiling, looking straight at me
You caught me unawares, I blushed
Let's sit beneath this tree
I can't get over the change in you
I can't get over the change in me
And I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways
I can recall you running to a sweet shop
You stopped
Bought me something
And you handed it to me
You were my girlfriend then
The first that I ever had
The first that I ever kissed
And the first to make me sad
I can't get over the change in you
I can't get over the change in me
I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering
Your pretty dress
With the zip up the back
I used to love you like that
I used to love you like that
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering all about you
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After our affair
I swore that i'd leave dublin
And in that line i'd left behind
The years, the tears, the memories and you
In dublin
At the quays friends come and say farewell
We'd laugh and joke and smoke
And later on the boat
I'd cry over you
In dublin
How can I leave the town that brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by god
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
I'd think of dublin
Of grafton street and derby square
And those for whom I really care and you
In dublin
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I could wait and watch you
See it all unwind
I could wait and look at you
See you change your mind
Well, even though i'd enjoyed it
The truth to tell
Kid, I've got to leave
Those scenes behind
Here I go into a new day
Here I go into a new way
When you stood in that shady doorway
You winked your wicked eye
I looked at you in wide eyed wonder
Smiled, and said "hi"
Just like you did woman with
That groovy guy that just passed by
Well, even though I adored you the truth to tell
Kid, I've got to leave those scenes behind
Here I go into a new day
Here I go into a new way
I guess I could call you my woman
But freedom I need
So down that road I'll be walking
Got to have time and space to breathe
Even though I loved you
The truth I've got to tell
I enjoyed every moment
But kid, you know darned well I've got to leave
Here I go into a new day
Here I go into a new way
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There goes moses carrying his bible book
Never has a problem, just has a cup
It's good clean alcohol and it fills you up
And here I go laughing like a fool, yeah
Things ain't working out down at the farm
Got no bag or baggage or love to keep me warm
And I ain't been in trouble since the day I was born
Things ain't working out down at the farm
I used to spend my sunny days supping aways
Along came the forbidie and he put me away
Down at the station was kept for strays
And I went laughing, geez he like busting me, he liked busting me
He caught me unawares and he made me strip naked
Oh I was scared, oh I was scared, I was shaking
And he said
It's you and me
And me and you
And me and me
And you and you
And me and me
And I just kept laughing like a fool, yeah
Things ain't working out down at the farm
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Buffalo {repeat 16 times}
Buffalo Gal,
you've had your fun
Your button's undone
and the time's right for slaughter
Buffalo Gal
You're thirsty and there's no more water
Like the lamb on the altar
And it's sad to see you looking down and feeling blue
Try your best to get on up and see it through
In a while you might smile and see the sun
Oww, the day has begun
{Chorus}
And Buffalo Gal,
they're closing down the old dance hall
Ummm, Buffalo Gal,
what we gonna do now?
Buffalo Gal,
due to these circumstances
there's no more dances
Buffalo gal,
[Buffalo] all your chances of further romances
will have to be nil
'til I can get it sung
Is a shame your only claim to fame is Jessie James
You know his middle name
That's very strange
Stranger, you knew a friend called the Friendly Ranger
Oh, ya shared the danger
{repeat chorus}
Buffalo {repeat 16 times}
Buffalo Gal,
you must try a big step
You've got a big jump ahead
Buffalo gal,
the show left town
spreading sunshine all around
And it's bad to see ya, ooh, lookin' blue
Dry your eyes and I'll apologise for all the lies
Try a smile and in a while, just in a while
you'll be smiling through
Ooh, Buffalo Gal,
they're closin' down the old dance hall [Buffalo {repeat 10 times} Gal, Gal]
And Buffalo Gal,
oh, you look so good somehow [Buffalo {repeat 9 times} Gal]
Oh Buffalo Gal,
oh, that's such a pretty dress [Buffalo {repeat 8 times} Gal]
Buffalo Gal,
the show left town [Buffalo {repeat 8 times} Gal, Gal]
Buffalo Gal,
take a picture
of Buffalo Gal [Buffalo {repeat 10 times}]
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Captain's hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah
Schoolboy eyes
Would stare in innocent fun
Never told no lies
He loved Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
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I was seldom sober in nineteen hundred and fifthy-four
Hey baby, maybe 'cause my baby had a baby by me
And I was still drinking dry gin
while you cried "No, no more"
And you were lyin' and a-cryin',
and your tears fell dying on the floor
And I'm brought down,
and I don't think I can get up again
Brought down,
my heart is hurt again
You were the fine lady in the early mornings
that always painted her toes
And lookin' towards the east
you'd say hello to the early dawn before they rose
And you were the love lady
that always hung up her finely pressed clothes
And sayin' so long to the western sundown,
you taught me how it grows
And I'm brought down,
and I don't think I can get up again
Brought down,
and you just hurt my heart again
Brought down
Brought down
I'm brought down
Brought down
Brought down
Brought down
Down
I'm brought down,
and I don't think I can get up again
I'm brought down,
I'm hurt, it's bad
[Brought down]
God, it's a shame there's no more Dr. Strangely Strange {DSS=1960/70's band}
[Brought down]
And I'm Brou.....[Brought down]......ught down
[Brought down]
And there must be more to life than this
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take you!"
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'
Me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
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One of the black boys said
"I need none of your pity"
It's your mama that don't
Like you loose in the city
But stick about, take note
Take a tip, take no back lip
Come come a little closer
Let me see you snap your fingertip
Because standing on the corner
Just might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else you wanna do
Like rolling dice, nice
Like shooting pool, hey that's cool
I'm a little black boy and I don't know my place
I'm just a little black boy, I just threw my ace
I'm a little black boy, recognize my face
One of the black boys said
"I'm a giving a warning"
"People been putting me down"
"I'm so tired I'm yawning"
A new suit, pretty boots to boot
And I'm feeling slick
Gonna go to town, look around
And pull a chick
Of course standing on the corner
Might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else that you wanna do
Like playing poker, joker
Like to back a race, ace
I'm a little black boy and I don't know my proper place
I'm a little black boy, get my head in its space
I'm a little black boy, I just play my bass
I'm a little black boy, it's no disgrace
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The senorita took off her bobby socks
She said she's gonna wear a skirt that shocks
She's pulling out all the stops
To get her Randolph back again
Meanwhile Randolph, he's back at the ranch
He's getting ready for tonight's song and dance
He's doesn't know he doesn't stand a chance
His last affair will be his last romance
The senorita will be there waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me
Underneath the Latin moonlight
The danced and seen a falling star in flight
To the strum of guitars she held him tight
She wants her Randolph back again
Meanwhile it's worthwhile for Randolph to wait
'Till he gets the nerve then he won't hesitate
He doesn't know but he's just bit the bait
He just asked if he could make a date
The senorita will be there waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me
The senorita's heart is in love
She wearing white tonight, looks as pure as a dove
She's thanking God and all the heavenly stars above
Randolph's romance is back again
Meanwhile Randolph smiles and says he'll give her ten
She doesn't come so he just counts again
And he's been there since he does not know when
He's thinks she's stood him up but in the end
The senorita won't keep him waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me
ooh la-la...
Senorita dance cheek to cheek
ooh la-la...
We will dance off into the sky
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Have you ever had your dreams broken?
It really messes up your heart
You want to stop right there
And go right back to the start
You got to leave the town you're living in
Oh I'm leaving, I'm leaving on the next train
My dreams have been broken
I don't think I'll ever be the same
It's a bad, bad feeling when all the things
That you've worked for just don't seem to turn out right
Well this happened to me last night
I woke up this morning and said I must be going
You see my dreams have been broken
I don't think I have
The strength to carry on
So I'll catch the next train southbound
I don't want no pity
Not from you or anyone
It's just my dreams been broken
And I got to tell someone before I go crazy
I'll be leaving
I'll be leaving
On that next train going southbound
Yes, I'll be leaving on that next train
You see my dreams been broken
And I just can't
Take the pain
I've got to move on
You see my dreams been broken
And I don't have
The strength
To carry on
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I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He told her that he loved her
And he took all of her silver
He told her that he needed her too
He said "Hey baby, you got eyes of blue"
But he was a vagabond
Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
The kind of eyes that say "I do" eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
He roamed around the cities
Searching for his fortune and fame
No lady ever got to know his name
Shame, but that was his game
Gave a girl a baby boy
He said "This child is my pride and joy"
"I'm busy running wild and free"
"Make sure he grows up like me"
And I'm a vagabond
Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
The kind of eyes that say "I do" eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh I could tell you a story of a vagabond
He was a playboy of the western world
He wore an earring in his left ear
You see his father he was a gypsy
You just might meet him upon the highway
Pretty fine dancer too
But he's leave you blue, he'd leave
He'd leave you woman
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Little girl in bloom
With happy heart you wipe aside
Any sadness, sorrow or gloom
Tomorrow you'll be a blushing bride
That loves her blushing groom
Little girl in bloom
You watch the men play cricket
From the window in your room
See the ball go from bat to wicket
Pass away the afternoon
Little girl in bloom
Carries a secret
The child she carries in her womb
She feels something sacred
She's gonna be a mammy soon
When your daddy comes home
Don't tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how he's gonna react
Little girl in bloom
All the clouds will go drifting by
So sing your lullabying tune
Every word is in your eyes
As you sit and softly croon
Little girl in bloom
Your love it fills the air
With the scent of the sweetest, sweet perfume
You feel so good you just don't care
You're gonna be a mammy soon
When your daddy comes home
Don't tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how he's gonna react
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My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
A hard hearted woman
A hard hearted woman true
My baby don't love me
My baby don't love me
Oh baby, let the flags fly at half mast
Let this darkened hour drift past
Oh baby, you don't know
How much I'm missing you
All my tears are falling
Slow blues is calling
Oh baby, you don't know
How much I'm missing you
Oh baby, baby, baby, go tell this crazy world the true tale
Please let loose this lover's ship to sail
Oh baby, you don't know
How much I'm missing you
You don't know how much I love you
Oh no no no no no
My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
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I am your main man if you're looking for trouble
I'll take no lip 'cause no ones tougher than me
If I kicked your face you'd soon be seeing double
Hey little girl, keep your hands off me 'cause I'm a rocker
I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he's got them all
Down at the juke joint me and the boys were stompin'
Bippin' an a boppin', telling a dirty joke or two
In walked this chick and I knew she was up to something
I kissed her right there out of the blue
I said "Hey baby, meet me I'm a tough guy"
Got my cycle outside, you wanna try?
She just looked at me and rolled them big eyes
And said "Ooh I'd do anything for you 'cause you're a rocker"
That's right I'm a rocker
I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he's got them all
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So we packed our bags and headed for the north seaThere was eric, brian, freaky pete, charlie, frankie lee and meI was feeling homesick but I was in good companyWe went sailing
We came ashore long before the fighting brokeSaw the sign and headed for the big smokeWe met an old woman of the roads, she said "this life is but a joke"But we kept on trucking
I'm always thinking, I'm thinkingI'm thinking how much I think about it allWhile you're just dreaming, just dreaming, just dreamingHad you dreamt it all
But I'm the one who's fallenThe one you hearHere calling across your floorHere I go again feeling low down
I'll never know, but then I came from the wrong side of townWe were like the lonesome outlawsWe would go which way the wind did blowDown the open trail that nobody knows
Sometimes it gets lonesomeBut there you go feeling low down
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cruising cruising
take care stand there watch out for meter rights
take care stand there right at the traffic lights
cruising cruising
take care stand there stranger approaching sight
take care stand there cat's eyes are shining bright
don't complain you might never feel like this again
on the windowpane you see the rain you move into the outside lane
and you want to change remain the same before you go insane
and i still maintain if you never brake you'll overtake the pain
and you know you'll learn a lot and every time that you stop
feeling good behind the wheel cruising in the mobile
cruising cruising
take care stand there if life's not fair
take care stand there twilight's only ware
cruising cruising
take care stand there if life's not fair
take care stand there twilight's only ware
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Little darling, gonna be a rock and roll star
Little darling, gonna play electric guitar
Little darling, I'd like to get to know you
Pleased to meet you, how do you do?
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight
Little darling, gonna shake, shake, boogaloo
Little darling, can I rattle my bones and dance with you?
And later on there'll be some lovie dovin'
A little kissing
A little hugging
A little holding you
Little darling, what's your mama mama going to do?
Little darling, when she finds out I stayed out all night with you?
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling, gonna love you tonight
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(chorus)
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Gidda gadda aga (? )
Sitamoia
Gidda gadda aga (? )
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
Hey mister can I shine your shoes?
Hey mister can I sing the blues?
Hey mister do you think it's gonna snow?
Hey mister my heart belongs to glasgow
Hey mister can I ask a question or two?
Hey mister what are we supposed to do?
Children abandoned and left to america
Children forsaken in ethiopia
Hey mister so you think it's gonna snow?
What about the children though?
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
(chorus) to fade
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I've been a wild wild rover
Sailed all over the sea
But this thing that makes me wonder
Has made a fool of me
For it took me from my childhood
Underneath the stars and skies
And I still hear the wind
Whistling through the wild wood, whispering goodbye
It's home boys home
She's home boys home
No matter
Where I roam
If you see my mother
Please give her all of my love
For she has a heart of gold there
As good as God above
If you see my mother
Tell her I'm keeping fine
Tell her that I love her
And I'll try and write sometime
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Think I'll just fall to pieces
If I don't find something else to do
This sadness never ceases
I'm still in love with you
My head, it keeps on reeling
It's got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?
Still in love with you
They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it's this empty feeling
My heart can't disguise
After all that we've been through
I try my best but it's no use
I guess I'll keep on loving you
Is this the end?
Now that it's all over, woman
There's something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go
Call on me baby
If there's anything I can do for you
Call on me baby
Help me see it through
I'm still in love with you
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Johnny Cool was the king
The leader of the boot boys
He'd never cause no trouble
In a rumble make some noise
He heard about some chick
And they she like to rock
He said "Come here honey"
"Let me see you lift up your frock"
There's gonna be a showdown
Miss Lucy was a chick
He knew she like to ball
He said "Come on Lucy"
"It doesn't matter to me at all"
But Miss Lucy got a fella
With a flick knife in his hand
Johnny Cool pulls a shotgun
The man is in command
There's gonna be a showdown
King Cool
King Kong
King King
With all the kings
King of hearts he's a lover
King of spades he's a brother
King of clubs makes a dollar
King of diamonds the wedding ring
There's gonna be a showdown
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You don't believe in love
You don't believe in hatred
Put your money in the bank
It's the only way to save it
You try to make a buck
But you haven't made a penny
You need a little luck
But you know you won't get any
You don't believe in God
You don't believe in glory
You've got a brother in the clinic
Tells the same kind of story
If he had another life
He'd know what would be waiting
If he had another soul
He could sell it all to Satan
You don't believe in war
You don't believe in Jesus
Got a sister in New York
She knows how she pleases
Walking the streets
On the south side of the city
Trying to make ends meet
Isn't that a pity...for money
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She's quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said "See you later"
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
The teen queen, Rosalie
She's got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
She's so fantastic
She's everybody's favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
I got the power, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, Rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well Chattanooga, Lacooda, Baooga Loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then you'd best be smiling when it's losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
She is a tower, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
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I got a girl in Briggston town
Her daddy don't like me hangin' 'round
The boy ain't black, the boy is brown
Don't he know it's a halfcaste town
Big slow
Big slow
Big slow
Big slow
The boy is halfcaste
Halfcaste
Halfcaste
I got a girl up near Richmond way
Her daddy don't like me to lead the girl astray
The brown boy is born to serve he say
Don't he know it's a different day
In the big slow
No joke
Big slow
I like it
Big slow
Big slow
Mister, I'm halfcaste
You see, I'm halfcaste
I got no class
You see, I'm halfcaste
Halfcaste
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Down and out in the city
Won't you give a boy a break
Juvenile on trial before committee
Taken all he can take
But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to convert him
Me I'm not too sure
Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves us, oh how winter freezes
And the child is still breathing
With the beating of a heart (with the beating of the heart)
Some say we are equal
Some a million miles apart
Oh my god
Oh my god
But the king shall have his vengeance
While the Queen she represents the innocent
And the child so dependent
But the seasons conquer all
Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us
When autumn leaves, oh how winter freezes
But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to converted
Me I'm not so sure
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The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?
Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace
No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you want to smile?
No one was really satisfied
About number eighty-one
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But they never could find the gun
No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
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Wild one won't you please come home
You've been away too long, will you
We need you home, we need you near
Come back wild one will you
How can we live without your love
You know that could kill you
How can we carry on
When you are gone my wild one
So you go your way wild one
I'll try and follow
And if you change your mind
I will be waiting here for you tomorrow
For I would beg for you
I would steal and I would borrow
I'd do anything, anything at all
To end this sorrow
Wild one
The gypsies warned of the danger
You can laugh and joke with friends
But don't you ever talk to strangers
Although their offers may be sweet
And I'd bet and I would wager
Away you'll stray and never come back
To those who love and made you
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I'm gonna make a little money gonna give it to the Holy Ghost
And tell all the people about the world I miss the most
And try a little harder
Just to see what it could do
Try a little harder
So don't be sad Baby Blue
When I'd find myself in trouble he'd be the one I'd bring them to
It means an awful lot to me it might not mean that much to you
And I'd try a little harder
Just to see what it could do
Try a little harder
So don't be sad Baby Blue
No matter where I travel, no matter where I try to go
His memory is in my thoughts you know it always lingers so
And I'll try a little harder
Just to see what it could do (Come on)
Try a little harder
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Try a little harder
Just to see what it could do
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue (Come on)
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Try a little harder baby
Stop your crying Baby Blue
I'm gonna make a little money gonna give it to the Holy Ghost
And tell all the people about the world I miss the most
And I'll try a little harder
Just to see what it could do
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Tr...y a little harder
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Try a little harder baby
Don't be sad Baby Blue
Oooh...
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I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table
Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable
But I'm fighting my way back
I'm busting out and I'm going in
I'm kicking up about the state I'm in
Looking to my future, not my past
I want to be a good boy but how long can it last
Fighting my way back
This kid is going to wreck and ruin
I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing
You see it happened all a little too soon
But it's all there in this here tune
Fighting my way back
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Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the boys we don't like it
So were getting up and going down
Hiding low looking right to left
If you see us coming I think it's best
To move away do you hear what I say
From under my breath
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
Some of us won't survive
See the boys and me mean business
Bustin' out dead or alive
I can hear the hound dogs on my trail
All hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail
Like the game if you lose
Go to jail
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna trouble
I'm gonna find myself in
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So woman stay with a friend
You know it's safer
Breakout!
Tonight there's gonna be a breakout
Into the city zones
Don't you dare to try and stop us
No one could for long
Searchlight on my trail
Tonight's the night all systems fail
Hey you good lookin' female
Come here!
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
I'm gonna find myself in
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
So woman stay with a friend
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Romeo and the lonely girl
They seemed to hit it off
Till Romeo told the lonely girl
"I must take my leave, my love"
It was these few words I overheard
And thought, "I should move in"
But before I could
The lonely girl had fallen in love again
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting out on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
Romeo he had it rough
The guy you'd like to burn
But everything that Romeo had
You can bet it was well earned
For all his good looks there were scars that he took
And a lesson to be learned
Never judge lovers by a good looking covers
The story might be spurned
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting out on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
Romeo he like to put it around
He was everybody's friend
But in the end even Romeo found
On no one could he depend
For all his charms in someone else's arms
Lonely girl safely lay
When the train pulled in it had to leave again
And Romeo pulled away
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting all on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
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Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her
Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them
That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town
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I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
A starry night, a campfire light
The coyote call, the howling winds wail
So I ride out to the old sundown
I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female
The nights we spent together riding on the range
Looking back it seems so strange
Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Running free with the buffalo
I was took in Texas I did not know her name
Lord, all these southern girls seem the same
Down below the border in a town in Mexico
I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo
Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Riding in the rodeo
Roll me over and set me free
The cowboy's life is the life for me
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Down from the glen came the marching men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fight they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords
To the town where there was plenty
They brought plunder, swords and flame
When they left the town was empty
Children would never play again
From their graves I heard the fallen
Above the battle cry
By that bridge near the border
There were many more to die
Then onward over the mountain
And outward towards the sea
They had come to claim the Emerald
Without it they could not leave
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Somewhere on the waterfront
Johnny's hiding with a gun
Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story
He's not sorry for what he's done
He broke into a drugstore
To cure his daily need
He didn't mean to shoot the guard
But he was blinded by the greed
Oh Johnny
You see that nun, she's his sister
She doesn't know that he's gone bad
When they told it to his father
It drove the old man mad
Just as his mother warned him
From her dying bed
It's alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head
Oh Johnny
Now the cops have got him surrounded
And he doesn't stand a hope
He wonders how he could be in so much trouble
Over just a little dope
Five to one he gets away
That's the odds I'm going to give
Five to four they blast him away
Three to one he's going to live
Oh Johnny
Back in the alley where he was slain
I thought I heard something move
Beside the trash can lay a heart and chain
The picture had been removed
Just another juiced up junkie
Looking for a bed
It's alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head
Oh Johnny
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Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you
Don't believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There might be some other silly pretty girl
I'm singing it to
Don't believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be broken
Don't believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When there's tear in your eyes
Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you
Don't believe a word
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In the year of the famine
When starvation and black death raged across the land
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sail for the Americas
In search of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were some who couldn't cope
And they spent their life
In search of fool's gold
The old prospector
He makes it to the four lane highway
His old compadre
Lies dead in the sand
With outstretched hands
He cries, "Are you going my way?"
The people passing by don't seem to understand
The curse of fool's gold
Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water
The bartender say "We don't sell sympathy"
He tells a strange story
About his father
How Sunday mornings they'd go down
To the church on the corner
As time grows older
His thoughts they grow younger
It is his wish
To search no longer for fool's gold
The vulture sits on top
Of the big top circus arena
He's seen this show before
Knows someone is going to fall
Just near the part
Where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets that the safety net
Isn't there at all
Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her
Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled
Oh my god, is there no one who can save her?
In steps the fox to thunderous applause
Fool's gold
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Johnny the Fox he called to Jimmy the Weed
He said "Hey man, I know your name"
I seen you cruising with the low riders
Hanging out down on First street and Main
Tuned into and listen to the Hoodoo Rhythm Devils
Around the Bay
They've got some crazy DJs
Send you right out to heaven
Jimmy the Weed for greed was taken aback
Johnny the Fox you old sly cat
Cleverly the Fox concealed his stash
Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks
In the back of a black cadillac
The voodoo music travels
Down Skid Row only black men can go
The shady deal unravels
Johnny the Fox, hot to hustle
Jimmy the Weed won't use no muscle
that cat's so sly, slick and subtle
Johnny the Fox breaks out the bottle
Tuned into and listening to
The voodoo music travels
The beating drum for the lonely one
Sends you out to heaven
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At a point below zero
There's no place left to go
Six hundred unknown heroes
Were killed like sleeping buffalo
Through the devil's canyon
Across the battlefield
Death has no companion
The spirit is forced to yield
There goes the bandolero
Through the hole in the wall
He's a coward but doesn't care though
In fact, he doesn't care at all
The general that's commanding
He's defending what he fears
While the troops they are depending
On reinforcements from the rear
If God is in the heavens
How can this happen here?
In His name, they used the weapons
For the massacre
There is a point below zero
Where the sun can see the land
Six hundred unknown heroes
Lay dead in the sand
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A soldier of fortune came home from war
And wondered what he was fighting for
This sad-eyed soldier, he broke down and cried
Oh he was so broke up inside
When will it end
When will it end
The bells toll
For those about to die
The battle's over the war is won
But this soldier of fortune he will carry on
He will carry on when all hope is gone
He will carry on
He's trained to kill and kill he will
As we march along
Singing just another soldier song
Just another soldier song
I am a soldier of fortune
Destined to keep on marching
I can hear the pipers calling
I am a soldier of fortune
Destined to keep on marching
I can hear the pipers calling
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You got a bad reputation
That's the word out on the town
It gives a certain fascination
But it can only bring you down
You better turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
You had bad breaks well that's tough luck
You play too hard too much rough stuff
You're too sly so cold
That bad reputation has made you old
Turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
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When I passed you in the doorway
You took me with a glance
I should have took that last bus home
But I asked you for a dance
Now we go steady to the pictures
I always get chocolate stains on my pants
My father he's going crazy
Say's I'm living in a trance
But I'm dancing in the moonlight
It's caught me in its spotlight
It's alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On the long hot summer night
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm on the streets again
I disobeyed another warning
I should have been in by ten
Now I won't get out until Sunday
I'll have to say I stayed with friends
But it's a habit worth forming
If it means to justify the end
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He made a big impression
When he walked across the room
And I must make my confession
I might have spoked too soon
He's a killer
Without a cause
The time is right
To settle scores
On the streets he lives again
Down the alley and round the bend
On the beat beneath the light
An angel comes to claim the light
From the streets
This rebel shall rise
His soul shall soar
Through the skies
The same old confrontation
At the bar in the saloon
But it's just another tricky situation
The underworld operation lies in ruins
He's a killer
Without a cause
The time is right
To settle scores
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I am the warrior
I serve the death machine
Losers or conquerors
All flash past on my silver screen
Death is no easy answer
For those who wish to know
Ask those who have been before you
What fate the future holds
It ain't pretty...
I am a messenger
The message here, you must know
I am the warrior
I deliver the fatal blow
So fate will have to wait
Till time can heal the scar
My heart is ruled by Venus
And my head by Mars
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Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rip it up?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Are you ready to get it up?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready lover?
If you're ready, I'm ready!
Are you ready to rip it up?
Are you ready to tear it down?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
I'm not messing you around
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready lover?
'Cause if you're ready, I'm ready!
Are you ready to rip it up?
Are you ready to tear it down?
Do you know what I'm thinking of?
I'm not messing you around
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready now?
`Cause if you're ready, I'm ready!
Look out!
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She's quite the mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
She'll see you later
No one dare disobey her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She got the power
The teen queen, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
She's got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
She's so fantastic
She's everybody's favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She got the power
I got the power, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, Rosalie
Shine on me will you please
From Chattanooga to good old Booga Loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then you'd best be smiling when it's choosing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
She is a tower, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
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i'm going to make a little money going to put it in my pocket down in new orleans
i'm going to make a little money going to put it in my pocket down in new orleans
me and the boys were wondering how you and the girls are getting home from here tonight
me and the boys were wondering how you and the girls are getting home from here tonight
you heard me right you heard me right nothing fancy let them play i made first mistake
i'm going to make a little money going to put it in my pocket in mexico
i'm going to make a little money going to put it in my pocket in mexico
me and the boys were wondering which way you and the girls are going to go
me and the boys were wondering which way you and the girls are going to go
you heard me right you heard me right nothing fancy nothing fat come on baby you'll do like that
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I remember Paris in '49,
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle,
And old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine,
In those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs,
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days...
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There are people that will investigate you
They'll insinuate, intimidate and complicate you
Don't ever wait or hesitate to state the fate that awaits those who
Try to shake or take you
Don't let them break you
You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong what I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want to
People that despise you will analyse then criticise you
They'll scandalise and tell lies until they realize
You are someone they should have apologised to
Don't let these people compromise you
Be wise too
You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong what I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want to
Hey you you're not their puppet on a string
You can do everything
It's true if you really want to
You can do anything you want
Just like I do
You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong when I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want
Hey you
No can do
Hey you
Yes you
Elvis is dead
The king of Rock'n Roll is dead
Elvis is dead
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Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes
He gives for what he's got
And what he's got he says he has not
Stolen from anyone
It's not that he don't tell the truth
Or even that he misspent his youth
It's just that he holds the proof
But you feel there's something's wrong
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet
Against the odds he smokes another cigarette
Says that it helps him to forget
That he's a nervous wreck
It's not that he misses much
Or even that he's lost his lucky touch
It's just that he gambles so much
And you know that it's wrong
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to catch your eye
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Try to say I told you I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to get you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
To say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
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Captain's hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah
Schoolboy eyes
Would stare in innocent fun
Never told no lies
He loved Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
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I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar
He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right
Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Junk don't take you far
Tell my Mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
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Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies I want to know
So I can teach my children, oh
Pray tell me the story of young CЈ Chulainn
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
And how he'd fight and always won
And how they cried when he was fallen
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land
And how her sons died at her own hand
And how fools obey commands
Oh tell me the legends of long ago
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling
Far away you rolling river
Roll down the mountain side
On down on down go lassie go
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies so I might know
So I can tell my children, oh
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
While William Butler waits
And Oscar, he's going Wilde
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
Looking for a girl with green eyes
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen
That Georgie knows Best
But Van is the man
Starvation once again
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
Synge's Playboy of the Western World
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary
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Just the two of us
No one else to trust
So let's not make a fuss and then moan
We've got to take the bus
?? one of us
All is lost unless we go
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
But I don't think that it's wrong
Gotta take you away from
Got to take you away from home
If I had a second chance
I make better plans
But that's the way it stands
And that's the way it goes
Waiting for the phone
Something's going wrong
Like in the song, I'm the last one to know
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
It's not that I think it's wrong
Well I gotta take you away from
I gotta take you away from home
I can't cope. We must elope
There's just the two of us
There's no one else to trust
So let's not make a fuss and then moan
We've got to take the bus
?? one of us
All is lost unless we go
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
It's not that I think it's fair
But I gotta take you away from
I got to take you away from
Got to take you away from
There
Oh I don't care
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Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
I had to write this letter
To tell you how I came to meet her
She was sweet but I dated her sister
That's how I made my mistake
And I can't forget her
I felt depressed
Till a friend of mine suggested
That I write to this address
So unless you can find a cure
For my loneliness
It will persist, it will persist
Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Dear Lonely Boy
I doubt if my reply
Will bring much joy
It seems from your letter that you lied
Or strongly implied
That you were satisfied
To take her sister by your side
I became distressed
At your total lack of tactfulness
So at best
All I can suggest
Is that you resist
And you put an end
To such thoughts of silliness
Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
I've got problems
You're the only one I know that can solve them
I love a girl but I'm dating her sister
And if I persist in my pursuit I will kiss her
Dear Lonely Girl
I doubt if this reply will bring much joy
But you must not trust this boy
You must not lust this boy
Resist
And do not kiss this boy
Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely boy
I'm writing
Lonely girl
Looking for a lonely girl
Lonely hearts
I'm lonely
Lonely souls
I've got problems you can solve them
Lonely girl
I'm writing to Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
For I'm a lonely soul
Yours sincerely
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
Must be attractive
Lonely hearts
Please send a photo
Lonely souls
One lonely boy
Is looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Answer me
Answer my plea
Answer me
Lonely boy
Looking for a female
Lonely girl
Please send details
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It was a rainy night the night the king went down
Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin
I played his records all night
Drinking with a close, close friend
Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all
But even in the darkest of night
You can always hear the king's call
You can always hear the king's call
Well they put him away in Memphis
Six feet beneath the clay
Everybody was crying
Everybody said it was a plain grey day
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin
I played his records all night
And I got drunk all over again
Now some people say that that ain't right
(That ain't right)
And some people say nothing at all
(I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
And I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you
Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all (I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing here
They might as well bring the curtain down
I cried the night the king died
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Living and dying
In chinatown
Yes they're living and dying down in old chinatown
In chinatown
You better look around
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Laughing and crying you know it's a fact
They're not laughing they are crying
'Cause they won't be back
Oh no you don't come back
Not from chinatown
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Chinatown, it's a different scene
There are people there, they are so obscene
If you see what I mean
Then they've sold you the dream
Down in chinatown
What goes up it must come down
Living and dying
There is no release
Living and dying
There is no relief
There is no beliefs
Not in chinatown
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
Man, you don't stand a chance if you go down in chinatown
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Now I'm not the type to worry
Especially if it's concerning my health
Oh no, i'd never worry
I'd much rather do something else
I'm changing my point of view
Ever since I caught me the sugar blues
Oh that sugar
It adds a little sweetness in your life
Oh sugar
Won't you add a little sweetness to my life
You see I'm changing my point of view
Ever since I caught me the sugar blues
See I'm changing my point of view
Ever since I caught me the sugar blues
Yes, I'm changing my point of view
Ever since I got me the sugar blues
You see I'm changing my point of view
Ever since I caught me
Ever since I caught me the sugar blues
Oh yes
I need me a sugar beet
I'm not the type that would complain
Just give me sugar cane
Give me
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Sugar
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Some people they call me jack
Some people they call me insane
I'm looking for somebody
And I don't even know her name
I might be looking for you
Wherever you may be
For there is something I've got to do to you honey
And it's between you and me
Now you might think it's fun
Or maybe it's a joke
But you've got plenty of reason to worry honey
'Cause you wouldn't stand a hope
There's a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
Now I'm not trying to be nasty
Or I'm not trying to make you scared
But there's a killer on the loose
Or haven't you heard
He'll be walking around this town
Just about midnight
Yes, that's chinatown
That's right
That's right
Now you might think I'm messing
Or he don't exist
But honey I'm confessing
I'm a mad sexual rapist
There's a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
"I'll be standing in the shadows of love
Waiting for you
Don't unzip your zipper
'Cause you know I'm jack the ripper
Now don't wail, don't..."
There's a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows
A killer on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
Coming to get you
A ladykiller on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows of love
A killer on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
There's a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadow
A killer on the loose, of love
There's a killer on the loose again
Oooh
A lady killer on the loose
You better watch out
There's a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
Play that back
Check it back
There's a killer on the loose
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He stuck that knife right into her gut
I want to tell you she was lucky with what she got
But what she got was not enough
She played around
Don't play around
I tried to tell her he was not so dumb
I tried to warn her there was something wrong
She wouldn't listen, she continued on
She played around
If you give your love to someone and someone treats you bad
If you give your love to someone and someone makes you mad
If you give your love to someone it can be so sad
Don't play around
Don't play around
He left her dying in the pool of blood
And she was crying oh my god oh my god
But she was no good, she was no good
She played around
Don't play around
She'd be laughing and dancing the night away
She'd be laughing and dancing with every man that came away
But as her life's blood slipped away
I thought I heard her say
Don't play around
Don't play around
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baby it's all just like jimi but jimi would leave you a sad song
if you can hear me then tell jimi jimi would give me a sad song
ain't no life
have you ever been experienced?
well i have
i know when it's time for me to die
when it's time for me to die
so let me live my life the way i want to
we're all brothers
yeah i'm stone free
to random peace
stone free
i've got a manic depression
i used to live with a real cruel girl
if all the hippies would cut off their hair
i don't give a fuck
send me a sad song for jimi jimi would leave you a sad song
and if you see jimi then tell him sincerely i'd leave jimi building
so move over rover
and let jimi take over
if you look to the right you'll see a flying zeppelin
he'll jump out the middle
just let the reels have a talk
if six was nine
jimi where've you gone?
yeah i guess i'll put it back on my well wall
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He's just a boy that has lost his way
He's a rebel that has fallen down
He's a fool been blown away
To you and me he's a renegade
He's a clown that we put down
He's a man that doesn't fit
He's a king but not in this town
To you and me he's a renegade
But he is a king when he's on his own
He's got a bike and that's his throne
And when he rides he's like the wind
To you and me he's a renegade
He's just a boy that has lost his sights
He's a stranger that prowls the night
He's a devil, that's right
To you and me he's a renegade
Check it out, check his face
Look at his eyes, they're so sly
I wonder why he cries on the inside
I wonder why he's a renegade
Oh please, I'm on my begged, bended knees
Oh please, please heed my call
He's just a boy that has lost his way
He's just a boy, that's all
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They say people out in Hollywood
Live their life out in black and white
They're living out a technicolor dream
Next day they're a star overnight
Not like in New York
Man, it's tougher
Not like in London town
Boy, you suffer
Nobody give a break
When you're down on your luck
Everybody's on the take
When you're down on your luck
You can't make a mistake
When you're down on your luck
People out in Hollywood
They got a lot of class
You see the boys strutting down the boulevard
Trying to make a pass
Not like in New York
It's high rise, it's concrete and complex
Not like in London town
It reigns down on its subjects
Nobody give a damn
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands
When you're down on your luck
Lady Chance, she won't dance
When you're down on your luck
People out in Hollywood
They can make it to the stars
They can reach the screen
Drive around in big expensive convertible cars
Not like in New York
All you've got is Broadway
Not like in the west end of London
You can't make it no way
Nobody give a damn
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands
When you're down on your luck
Lady Chance, she won't dance
When you're down on your luck
You've got to strut your stuff
When you're down on your luck
You can't take it easy, it ain't good enough
When you're down on your luck
Everybody's on the make
When you're down on your luck
Nobody give a fair deal
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands my Uncle Sam
When you're down on your luck
I'm ready for the dance
When you're down on your luck
I got to make a dollar holler
When you're down on your luck
Mama, mama, mama, mama
When you're down on your luck
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Locked up in the classroom, waiting for the fight
Down to the schoolyard, knocking the gate
Into the alley, meet up with the boys
Waiting for the weekend to make a little noise
Thunder is strong, lightning is death
Kicking the girls and it's starting to blast
Sweeter than the heavens and the fate means stumble
But it's Saturday night when heavy rock was born
Like thunder and lightning
God damn, it's so exciting
It hits you like a hammer
God damn
It was Saturday night, I was ready for the dance
My girl walked in holding another guys hand
He stood six foot six, he looked two miles wide
I was taking it easy till he took her outside
I was madder than hell and fit to burn
This guy would break a leg before but now he's got to learn
Standing in the corner giving him a thrill
You can keep your lover, honey, but he's got to pay the bill
Like thunder and lightning
God damn, it's so exciting
It hits you like a hammer
God damn
Well, the place started rocking, it was Saturday night
I was dressed to kill, I was feeling all right
All right in the middle of the night
I wasn't ready for a rumble but the mood was right
When he got up to leave, I stood in his way
I said, love, that's the price you have to pay
In the doorway, up against the wall
When they play a heavy record then I'm going to have a ball
Like thunder and lightning
God damn, it's so exciting
It hits you like a hammer
God damn
Like thunder and lightning
God damn, it's so exciting
It hits you like a hammer
God damn
We started to rumble and stumble
It is we were rocking and rolling and rolling and tumbling
I fumbled and started to win
When the greater than wicked then I hit him again
I hit him again and I couldn't hit him any more
My head was all black and blue and my jaw was sore
Sweeter than the heavens and like a frightening stumble
It was Saturday night when heavy rock was born
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I put my money in a suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking pretty slim
I feel so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm going to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I've got a whole month's wages
I haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to Las Vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in a suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I've got a whole month's wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy, place another bet
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There is a demon among us
Whose soul belongs in hell
Sent here to redeem us
She knows it all to well
He comes and goes, he comes and goes
She knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
She tries her best to leave him
But she is still captured by his spell
She knows now she must deceive him
He knows it all to well
She comes and goes, she comes and goes
He knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
She comes and goes, she comes and goes
He knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
There is a demon within us
The sun goes down
She tries her best to deceive him
The sun goes down
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You cried, you cried
Oh..
You've been living like a hobo in the hallways
Oh way too long
You've been sleeping in the doorway
Oh what's gone wrong?
And you cry like a baby
A baby whose mama's gone
As you holler from your squalor
Into the distance
The sisters of mercy will come (Praise)
Little sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy will come
Little sisters of mercy
Father dear father
What's gone wrong?
Your boy that was proud and was angry, his spirit was overcome
He's calling for mercy, Oh, but no one phones.
Into the cold black night
She stands alone
Oh father dear father
What have I done?
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
Mama mama
This is your boy
In this smile that you gave me there is sadness
There is no joy
I am weary I am lost and overcome
If my sadness my anger is swallowed
Oh mama mama
What went wrong? (Help me!)
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
Yeah..oh..
(Oh)(From Zion to Babylon)(You're weary now, you're hunrgy)
(We are frightened now)
Praise sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Oh sisters of mercy
And the bells that will ring
They're calling from Zion to Babylon
We are weary we are lost
Like children
We are angry we are frightened
Oh mama oh mama what have I done?
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
The sisters of mercy they come
Hail sisters of mercy
Sisters of mercy
Sisters of mercy
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You want it rough?
You got it rough
You want it tough?
I'm tough
You want it mean?
I'm mean
I'm bad
Nineteen
You wanna dance?
No chance!
You wanna go-go?
Go slow
You wanna lean, mean machine?
I'm bad
At nineteen
And you wanna go ?
Sometimes you slip away
You gotta go ?
Well I know that you know that I know
You want it rough?
I'm rough
You want it tough?
I'm tough
You want it mean, mean, mean, mean, mean?
I'm bad
Nineteen
You wanna dance?
No chance!
You wanna go-go?
Go slow
You wanna lean,
I mean
I'm bad
Nineteen
And you wanna go ?
Sometimes you slip away
You gotta go ?
Well I know that you know that I know
You want it rough?
You got it rough
You want it tough, tough, tough?
You want it mean, mean machine?
I'm bad
Nineteen
I'm bad
At nineteen
Oh yeah
Nineteen
Nineteen
Nineteen
Nineteen
Same thing every day
You get up and you ?
?
Object over rule
They tell you everything's a holiday
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From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In Concert 1983
A Night In The Life Of A Blues Singer
(Lynott)
In the old days
I could sing the blues
I had nothin' to live for
And nothin' to lose
And all the time
I was paying my dues
Like an old blues singer
And I had no troubles then
But I had lots of friends
Friends they come and go
And sometimes friendship ends
All the time, I've had a friend on whom I depend
So blues singer
Oh...
Oh mama, mama, mama, this is your boy
Oh mama, mama, mama, mama, my soul's been destroyed
Oh mama, mama, your pride and joy
Is a blues singer
An old blues singer
And the party's over now
Everybody's goin' home
The band is packin' up
And I'm on my own
Oh, but I miss you now you're gone
Mama, your boy's a blues singer
Such an old blues singer
Nothin, oh but nothin's changed
Oh sometimes you win sometimes you lose
I lost ya mama
I lost ya mama
In the old days
I could sing the blues
Had nothin' to live for
And nothin' to lose
But all the time
You must chose
I'm an old blues singer
Oh...
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