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Song Turn Of The Century - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. There'll be flying boats, and condos with moats. Cultivated oceans, floating cities in the sky. Living underneath a bubble, no more toil and
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New heaven over a brand new sky. New breed of wonder on the vine. Among the living. There is new promise in this night There's new arms to hold back the revolution. There's new eyes to recognize
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And who are you, the proud lord said,. that I must bow so low?. Only a cat of a different coat,. that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red,. a lion still has claws,. And mine
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I'll tip the newsboy. I'll get a shine. I'll ride that dream to the end of the line. I'm gonna be going places. I'll take a ride. Take me to the Riverside. I wanna take you to New York I'll
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Song The Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny Cash. In 1814 we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. And we caught the
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Song The Battle Of New Orleans - Tex Williams. In 1814 we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. And we caught
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Song The Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny Cash. In 1814 we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. And we caught the
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glory, I walk on. And the golden streets of my new home. Will lead me up to the master's throne. With the angel band I'll sing Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. I just hope my feet are clean enough
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glory, I walk on. And the golden streets of my new home. Will lead me up to the master's throne. With the angel band I'll sing Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. I just hope my feet are clean enough
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glory, I walk on. And the golden streets of my new home. Will lead me up to the master's throne. With the angel band I'll sing Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. I just hope my feet are clean enough
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charity. All I need is a pint a day. If I ever get out of here. . Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,. And the first one said to the second one there I hope you're
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think of New York City and those firemen and cops. Who ran in and laid down their lives because it was their job. A soldier in a field of mines with each step he lays it on the line. When you look for
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, ulterior girl. I cast myself into whatever she brings, another new With sickness, it ends how it begins. First mine then hers and then the cycle blurs. And my actions reoccur through no fault of my own
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swing. Strike up the band. There is work to be done, to be done. There are songs to be sung, to be sung. Hey, you son-of-a-, son-of-a-gun. Here's a plan. Come along, yea a bow. Get it on, let's go. Hey
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Song This New Heartache(Album Version) - Vince Gill. Oh here I sit with my first glass of whiskey. Wondering where I went wrong. How I wish she was still right here with me. I long to hear all
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