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You've been riding. You've been riding quite a while, child. (keep on riding, keep on riding). You've been jiving. Like a peacock, that's your style. (keep on jiving), ooh (keep on jiving) Now I
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Come and listen for a moment, lads. And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England. I was condemned to sail. Now the jury found me guilty. Then says the judge, says he. "Oh, for life,
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When they came for Him in the garden, did they know ?. When they came for Him in the garden, did they know ?. Did they know He was the Son of God, did they know that He was Lord ?. Did they hear wh
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Nobody feels any pain. Tonight as I stand inside the rain. Ev'rybody knows. That Baby's got new clothes. But lately I see her ribbons and her bows. Have fallen from her curls. She takes just lik
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As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden. The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine. I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain. Someone hit me from behind Ain't talkin', just walkin'. T
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Well I told my baby. I said "Baby, I know where you been. Well, I know who you are. And what league you played in". You wanna ramble. To the break of dawn. You wanna ramble. To the break of daw
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a d
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We carried you in our arms. On Independence Day. And now you'd throw us all aside. And put us on our way. Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun. Would treat a father so. To wait upon him hand an
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tiRoute 66. arNat King Cole. alThe very best of. Route66. If you ever plan to motor west,. travel my way, take the highway that's the best. Get your kicks on Route six-six. It winds from Chicago to LA
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Oh sister when I come to lie in your arms. You should not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act. And you must realize the danger. . Oh sister am I not a brother
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Lost John's sitting on a railroad track. Some thing's out of whack. Blues this morning falling down like hail. Gonna leave a greasy trail. . Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do. Then com
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For his age, he's wise. He's got his mother's eyes. There's gladness in his heart. He's young and he's wild. My only prayer is, if I can't be there,. Lord, protect my child. . As his youth now
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Since you've been gone. I've been walking around. With my head bowed down to my shoes. I've been living the blues every night without you. . I don't have to go far. To know where you are. Stran
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Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed. Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams. In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed. To some ri