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Chorus. Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife. Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life. . Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree. It stands beside the river where you
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Moonlight mood when twilight is ending. You're in my moonlight mood, and our hearts are blending. There comes the same old glow that we used to know long ago. You appear in a ribbon of moonlight.
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Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!
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Speaks. Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up. Empty is the eyes of animals in cages. Empty, faces of women mourning. When everything's been taken from them. Me, don't ask me about empty. .
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Hey drink up all you people. Order anything you see. And have fun you happy people. The laugh and the drinks on me Try to think that love's not around. Still it's uncomfortably near. My poor old
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In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call The Gypsy,. She can look at the future and drive away all your fears,. Everything will come out right if you only believe The Gypsy,. She can tell at a
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Jezebel boy!. You know all the guys. In the sheriff's patrol. They leave you alone. When they round up the whores. Up on hollywood boulebard Sometimes that nasty d. a. Thinks he needs his name.
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Oooh, Winchester Cathedral, you're bringin' me down. You stood and you watched as my baby left town. You coulda done somethin', hey, you didn't try. You didn't do nothin', you just let her walk by
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I never had a brother, old friend you had three. You always said that if you had another one it would be me. When you come through the flames, not everything has survived;. Forget about family now,
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Rhymin' man,. Tall and tan,. Rhyme or reason,. Play your hand --. Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that. Oh, you naughty democrat! They say when doctor king got shot,. Jesse hatched an evil plot,. Dip
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In the dark. Where all the fevers grow. Under the water. Where the shark bubbles blow. In the mornin'. By yer radio. Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya. You ain't got no friends . . . An'
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You could say I reached that time I know my trade. And that I know how to care for my guitar. And I know how to get it played. I'm comfortable and I sleep on a floor. I've played a fair few shows.
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low. The
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tiBlue Skies. arJayMay. alAutumn Fallin'. Blue Skies. JayMay. Too attuned. Too in step with the obvious. Too at ease and strange. So amused and I'm always jealous of you. People never change. Nothin'
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tiSeptember Song. arMatt Monro. al. September Song. - Matt Monro. But it's a long long while. from May to December;. And the days grow short,. When you reach September. And the Autumn weather,. Turns
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