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Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels Been shooting
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Well, early in the morning. 'Til late at night. I got a poison headache. But I feel all right. I'm pledging my time to you. Hopin' you'll come through too. . Well, the hobo got you high. He ca
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On a night like this. I am so glad you came around. Hold on to me so tight. And heat up some coffee grounds. We got much to talk about. And much to reminisce. It sure is right. On a night like
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John Wesley Harding. Was a friend to the poor. He traveled with a gun in every hand. All along this countryside. He opened a many a door. But he was never known. To hurt an honest man It was dow
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tiLittle Drummer Boy. arNana Mouskouri. al. Little Drummer Boy. -Nana Mouskouri. Pa rum pa pum pum,rum pa pum pum. Come they told me, pa rum pa pum pum. Our newborn King to see, pa rum pa pum pum. Our
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. All the early Roman kings in their sharkskin suits. Bow ties and buttons, high top boots. Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails. Fly away, little bi
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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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(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?). Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin. (Where he be found?). In the coffin where there is. Three crows on top and two is laughing. Oh, what a confusi
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Well I'm lookin' the world over. Looking far off into the east. And I see my baby comin'. She's walking with the village beast. I feel a change comin' on. And the last part of the day's already g
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(I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh!. I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah! All around in my home town,. They're tryin' to track me down,.
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Broken lines broken strings. Broken threads broken springs. Broken idols broken heads. People sleeping in broken beds. Ain't no use jiving. Ain't no use joking. Everything is broken. . Broken
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Oh, the time will come up. When the winds will stop. And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. Like the stillness in the wind. Before the hurricane begins. The hour that the ship comes in And th
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Strange things have happened like never before. My baby told me, I would have to go I can't be good no more. Once like I did before. I can't be good, baby. Honey, because the world gone wrong Feel
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I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze. With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn. I courted her proudly, but now she is gone. Gone as the season she's taken. . Through young
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Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil. Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil. You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright. Watch them just a-filling
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Ramona, come closer. Shut softly your watery eyes. The pangs of your sadness. Will pass as your senses will rise. The flowers of the city. Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. And there's
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tiMy Back Pages. arRamones. alAcid Eaters. Crimson flames tied through my ears. Rollin' high and mighty traps. Pounced with fire on flaming roads. Using ideas as my maps. "we'll meet on edges, soon,"
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Hawlin Alley on a dark and drizzly night. Billy Lyons and Stack a Lee had one terrible fight. All about that John. B. Stetson Hat Stack a Lee walked to the bar-room and he called for a glass of bee
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I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun. I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun. Come back here, we can have some real fun Well it's early in the evening and everythin
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