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(The first Noel the angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields where they lay. In fields where lay they're keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep. Noel Noel No
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Satin sheets to lie on, satin pillows to cry on. Still I'm not happy, don't you see?. Big long Cadillacs, tailor-mades upon my back. Still, I want you to set me free I found another man who can giv
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Back home, back home, yes, I'm going back home Why I can't believe it's been this long. Since I've seen mom and dad?. When I left my mountain home behind. I left them both so sad My brothers and my
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Sometimes I try to count the ways and reasons that I love you. But I can never seem to count that far. I love you in a million ways and for a million reasons. But more than this I love you as you a
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You know last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home. I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sisters and brothers. And I dreamed about a love who
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(Michael O'Donoghue) Single bars and single women. With a single thought in mind. Just to make it till the morning. Looking for what they can find. For a man they won't remember. For a night they
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I believe for every drop of rain that falls. A flower grows. And I believe that somewhere in the darkest night. A candle glows I believe for everyone who goes astray. Someone will come to show the
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You may not know it. I don't always show it. But you're so important to me. So much that we've shared. You've always been there. I hope you always will be. Chorus 'cause you are something specia
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(B. Tosti/R. O'Hearn) He takes the train into the city. To him it's more than just a working day. Cause he knows he can change the world in his ordinary way. She's got a job, she has a family. S
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Baby sister, what a waste to see you in this place. I lose my mind from worrying over you. In a bar room filled with people all higher than a steeple. But I know why you do the things you do And I
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Baby sister, what a waste to see you in this place. I lose my mind from worrying over you. In a bar room filled with people all higher than a steeple. But I know why you do the things you do And I
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Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play. They say there home town girl made good and she'd go a long long way. Mom wonders why I don't drive back in that big fine car I o
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Last Saturday night I looked like a princess dressed in calico. Now blue Monday washday I look like a lady hobo. Just rubbin' and a scrubbin' and a raisin' 'em out. I gotta hang 'em out early I hop
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I am a seeker, a poor sinful creature. There is no weaker than I am. I am a seeker, you are a teacher. You are a reacher, so reach down Won't you reach out and lead me. Guide me and keep me. In t
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Spoken. This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville. . June 2, 1964. Nashville, Tennessee. . Dear Momma and Daddy,. . I hope this
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You know last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home. I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sisters and brothers. And I dreamed about a love who
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The bridge, so high. The bridge, so tall. Here is where it started. On the bridge. The moon is big and yellow. And the stars are all a' glow. From the bridge, I see reflections. In the waters f
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There must be somethin' fishy goin' on You said you were goin' on a fishin' trip with some old friend. You said that you'd be home tonight somewhere around ten. Well, here it is, it's two o'clock an
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Fresh scrubbed hot off the bus. Dressed up and feeling good. Eyes full of stars a heart full of dreams. Daisy Mae in Hollywood Struttin' down the boulevard. The walkway of the stars. With a visio
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Oh, I wish I was a kissin' tree. A growin' in the ground. And every time my sweet pass by. I'd throw some kisses down And if he wants more kisses. Here's all he has to do. Just come up here that
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