Tried to remember but my feelings get old for sure Tried to recall but it's gone Lucky stars in your eyes I'm walking the cow I really don't know how
Alright, everything?s alright Everything?s alright now You don?t have a trouble And you don?t have a care Alright Alright, everything?s alright Everything
When the sun comes up in the morning and you hear the dancing boys Mother leave your pots and pans, sister leave your toys If you have to break a camel
well Father of the modern age His inventions are all the rage Of course there was the telephone He?d be famous for that alone But there?s 50 other things
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Don?t tell secrets Don?t tell secrets Don?t tell why we hide In the dim lights and the wine And your secret is buried next to mine In the midst of strangers
It don?t cost much to let me go But if it does, I?ll pay the price It don?t cost much to call me u If you can?t look me in the eye It don?t cost much
My name is Josef Locke God bless all here and state your pleasure If you?ll refill my glass I?ll sing Ave Maria I?ll sing The Old Bog Road or A Shawl
Oh kind Mrs. Rita I never will tell The way that you keep us poor girls here in hell And I never will sneak to the News of the World Oh kind Mrs. Rita
Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear But my heart?s not in it I can deadpan as dead as I can But my heart?s not in it What little of yours, what little
Rainbow over the hill Rainbow over the hill Rain clouds lifting Just when you think they never will And I?ll be on my way Up and down in a swamp all
Michael listen to me I?m old, I?ve seen life come and go And I can tell you what I know Hear me out and then I?ll let you be My son, I know your mind
I do hate to see a rover riddled in the stones Now he?s one step nearer to the ground And I do hate to see a hawker Broken in the bones Sickness and
If you?ve handed me one, you?ve handed me a thousand shady lies And if I needed someone, I found someone to cut me down to size With every word you say
I like a girl in satin Who talks dirty in Latin A girl who?s flirty When she quotes Krishnamurti If she likes to be goosed While reciting from Proust
I'm worn out from running Said the man at the crossroads I?m threadbare like an old suit Looking for two eyes in a million I?m dry tinder in the box
Give me simple for my pleasure Charity for my success Give me wisdom and misfortune Heart?s ease for my distress When men boast or make me tremble When
Lovers pair off and they fall into bed The same old lies trip off the tongue A few lonely hearts stand and prop up the room The night is young Envy
