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Ba, ba, ba etc. . Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life. Money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life. . Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking. We can wait till tomorrow
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sanctuary Come and sail with me . revelation. Standing on the edge of civilization Farewell to the good times behind you. Goodbye San Francisco Dream. Good mornin San Francisco ladies. Good mornin San
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, whisper my name. Shoot your love into my vein. . Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard. Make me wonder who's in charge. . (Repeat Chorus). . Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath. Even though you
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Words and music by Hoyt Axton. . You know I've smoked a lot of grass. O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin'. That my spirit could kill. You know, I've seen a lot of
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face. I just sat there on the living room couch, staring off into space. Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done. They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call
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up on cinderblocks off of the ground. What with the rain and the soft swampy land. By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around. Were switches when we were bad. . Chorus I took a bus to Baton
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. Trailer park heaven. It's a real good deal-o. Real good deal-o. Real good deal-o. Real good deal-o The rest of their lives. In san ber'dino. Gonna spend the rest of their lives. In san ber'dino. The
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you. Oo oo oo, you're losing me, too. . In through the kitchen, . Where we used to laugh. Smells of your cooking. Sounds of the past. Somehow we got older. The air just got colder. That's when
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I'm lonely and thinks of me first. Blue is the color of night. When the red sun. Disappears from the sky. Raven feathers shiny and black. A touch of blue glistening down her back. We don't talk
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spoon and. Stir it up real good. . I go out with a friend. Maybe a little music might help. But I can't pretend. I wish I was somewhere else. . I wanna watch the ocean bend. The edges of the sun
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plan to stay. . Those who give can take away. . Don't bite the hand that feeds you. . Just one time I'd like to be somewhere where. None of your clever lies fill the air. . I'm tired of your
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Overtime. That's what they all tell me. That's what they say to me. Overtime. Your blue eyes, your black eyelashes. The way you looked at life. In your funny way. I guess out of the blue. You
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ti. arTrain. al. Save Me, San Francisco. Train. I used to love the Tenderloin. Till I made some tender coin. Then I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway to the One. Up the coast to catch
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ti. arTrain. al. Save Me, San Francisco. Train. I used to love the Tenderloin. Till I made some tender coin. Then I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway to the One. Up the coast to catch
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. Someone you trusted told you to shut up. Now there's a pain in your gut that you can't get rid of. No one heard your screams when you were nine. When bad dreams filled your summertime. So you don't
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is wrong. Everything is wrong. . Got a friend with a needle stuck in his arm. He got hooked on heroin in Vietnam. It used to help kill the pain some of the time. Now I can't sleep at all since I
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. Shaded eyes they are the ones. Who'll lead you to your deliverance. . From the figure of doom. Force you to understand. Lock you in a room. With a holy roller and a one man band
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the waves. In the silences of the roses. Words Fell. Words Fell. Words Fell
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. I laid it down for you everytime. Respect me I give you what's mine. You're entirely way too fine. . Arms around my waist. You get a taste of how good this can be. Be the man you ought to
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We're Knights of the Round Table,. We dance when ere we're able,. We do routines and chorus scenes. With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot,. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot
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francisco baby. Everybody have-have-have have a lot of fun, I know, I know!. I can tell you they're feeling good. Gotta try the feeling baby. Gotta try the feeling, gotta try. Whoa, lordy, whoa, whoa
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