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Man On The Street

Ill sing you a song, aint very long,
bout an old man who never done wrong.
How he died nobody can say,
They found him dead in the street one day.
Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,
At the man whose clothes n shoes were torn.
There on the sidewalk he did lay,
They stopped n stared n walked their way.
Well, the pliceman come and he looked around,
Get up, old man, or Im a-takin you down.
He jabbed him once with his billy club
And the old man then rolled off the curb.
Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said,
Call the wagon; this man is dead.
The wagon come, they loaded him in,
I never saw the man again.
Ive sung you my song, it aint very long,
bout an old man who never done wrong.
How he died no one can say,
They found him dead in the street one day.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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This Aint A Love Song

I should have seen it coming when roses died
Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes
I should have listened when you said good night
You really meant good bye
Baby, aint it funny, how you never ever learn to fall
Youre really on your knees, when you think youre standing tall
But only fools are know-it-alls and I played that fool for you
I cried and I cried
There were nights that died for you baby
I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy, baby
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river I cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong, this aint a love song
Baby, I thought you and me would stand the test of time
Like we got away with the perfect crime but
We were just a legend in my mind
I guess that I was blind
Remember those nights dancing at the masquerade
The clowns wore smiles that wouldnt fade
You and I were the renegades, some things never change
It made me so mad cause I wanted it bad for us baby
Now its so sad that whatever we had, aint worth saving
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river Ive cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yes Im wrong, this aint a love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
I cried and I cried
There were nights that I died for you baby
I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river I cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint no love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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There Aint Nothing Like A Song

(words & music by byers - johnston)
When you say thats it boy
Im finally beat
Youre goin ninety miles an hour
Down a dead end street
You dont want to fight no more
You think that you cant win
Come on boy take a real deep breath
Jump right in and
Hold your head up high
Oh you gotta be strong
Come on and sing, sing, sing
There aint nothing like a song
Now they may take away your job
Take your fancy car
They may repossess your clothes, take that fine guitar
They may take everything you own
Well thats just for today
As long as youve got a song in your heart
Tomorrows gonna be o.k.
Hold your head up high
Oh you gotta be strong
Come on and sing, sing, sing
There aint nothing like a song
All right
There aint nothing gonna stop you
Once youve set your mind
The only people gonna knock you
Are jealous of what they find
Just keep a smile right on your face
Dont let em get you down
When you wake up tomorrow
The world is spinnin round
Hold your head up high, hey, hey, hey
You gotta be strong, all right
Come on and sing, sing, sing
There aint nothing like a song
Well lovins all that I can give you
(baby thats enough)
You aint easy to satisfy
(baby I aint that tough)
Now hey little girl youre about the wildest
Thing Ive ever seen
(when Im with you baby Im a lovin machine)
Come on and kiss me honey
Oh you gotta be strong
Come on and sing, sing
There aint nothing like a song
Come on and sing, (sing) sing
(sing) sing, (sing) sing
There aint nothing like a song

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Wine, Women An Song

(coverdale/lord/marsden/moody/murray/paice)
I aint an educated man
As all you fleet street preachers know,
Its just the simple things in life
Get my motor running, ready to go
If I can make you smile
I will raise my glass,
An if you dont like it
Then, baby, you can kiss my ass!
You can tell me its wrong,
But, I love wine, women an song
Give me a good time woman,
An a love potion bottle of booze
cos I got a juke box heart
Full of honky tonk rhythm an blues
You better lock up your daughter, your sister too,
If get in my way, Im gonna rock an roll over you,
Aint nothing you can do
You can tell its wrong,
But I love wine, women an song
Wine, women an song, talking bout
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long
Wine, women an song,
Give me a rock an roll band
With a mean an dirty blues guitar,
Take me to a dance hall palace
With a twenty four hour bar
Then you better lock up your daughter, your sister too,
If you get in my way, Im gonna rock an roll over you,
Aint nothing you can do
You can tell me its wrong,
But I love wine, women an song
Wine, women an song, talking bout
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long,
Wine, women an song
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song,
Wine, women an song
You get what you can
But, dont take too long,
Wine, women an song
Wine, women an song

song performed by by Whitesnake
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A PÆan

How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung ?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young?

II.

Her friends are gazing on her,
And on her gaudy bier,
And weep ! - oh! to dishonor
Dead beauty with a tear!

III.

They loved her for her wealth -
And they hated her for her pride -
But she grew in feeble health,
And they love her - that she died.

IV.

They tell me (while they speak
Of her 'costly broider'd pall')
That my voice is growing weak -
That I should not sing at all -

V.

Or that my tone should be
Tun'd to such solemn song
So mournfully - so mournfully,
That the dead may feel no wrong.

VI.

But she is gone above,
With young Hope at her side,
And I am drunk with love
Of the dead, who is my bride. -

VII.

Of the dead - dead who lies
All perfum'd there,
With the death upon her eyes,
And the life upon her hair.

VIII.

Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike - the murmur sent
Through the grey chambers to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.

IX.

Thou died'st in thy life's June -
But thou did'st not die too fair:
Thou did'st not die too soon,
Nor with too calm an air.

X.

From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the untainted mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven -

XII.

Therefore, to thee this night
I will no requiem raise,
But waft thee on thy flight,
With a Pæan of old days.

poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Sidewalk Talk

Watch where you walk 'cause the sidewalks talk
And you can't keep a secret from the ground beneath you
Step very lightly on the earth below
Or before you know it everyone will know
Streets were paved with a thousand eyes
And try as you may you can't disguise
There's only two things that you can't hide from
That's you and the ground you're walking on
Chorus:
Watch where you walk, 'cause the sidewalks talk
You better watch what you do, what you do
'cause the sidewalk talk can get carried away
You better watch what you say, what you say
Think when you speak 'cause you gotta 'long the street
They can read what you say so you gotta stay away
From words that sting, words are not true
And the things you say make a fool of you
Little white lies make the sidewalk cry
And you can betray with the things you say
Words won't last when you say 'em too fast
And you've been mislead by the things you've said
(chorus)
Intermediate:
When you're living on the street
Life can be full of misery
Find a place to call your own
Make your heart into a home
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
After every word there's a place that heard
Every time your shoe hits the avenue
And when you've gone they'll sing a song
Of the stories you told when you felt so bold
You better think twice when you cross the ice
Everything you do comes back to you
When you're shedding a tear sidewalks will hear
When your laughter's true they'll run with you
(chorus)
(intermediate)
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
(repeat 3 times)
(chorus)
Sidewalk talk
(repeat 3 times)
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
(repeat)
Watch out for sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk

song performed by by Madonna
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Little Johnny Hooker

Oh, Im gonna tell you a story bout a little boy.
Oh, a sad little boy.
Im talkin bout little johnny hooker.
Little johnny hooker was a sissy on the street all his life --
All his natural born life.
Until his daddy took him aside and said,
Son, now heres your switchblade knife boy.
He said get out in the street boy,
Cut yourself some meat boy.
Get out on your own side of the road,
And lighten my load.
Johnny made a mistake and took his knife down to school one day.
Hey, yeah, yeah.
And, when the bell rang for lunch.
Freddie miller went and got in johnnys way boy.
He took his knife from his pocket, pushed a button on the side.
When he seen the queen steel,
You ought to seen the light in freddys eyes.
Oh, yeah ...
Little johnny hooker learned his lesson from the knife now you see,
(yes he did.)
Because for what he done to fred he spent some time in a penitentiary.
It was a day in the courtroom, exhibit letter a.
When the jury seen the knife they put little johnnys ass away.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Talkin bout jooohhhnnny.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Oh, little johnny boy.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Talkin bout jooohhhnnny.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Oh, little johnny boy.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
He was a young boy,
Hes thinkin the rest of his life,
For what he done with the knife.
Talkin bout jooohhhnnny.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Jooohhhnnny.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Little johnny hooker, he aint a bad looker, he aint a bad man, he aint.
Jooohhhnnny.
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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I Aint Living Long Like This

I aint living long like this
Rodney crowell
You looked for trouble and you found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawmans gun
Youd try to run but you dont think you can
You make one move and youre dead man, friend
I aint living long like this
I cant live at all like this, can I baby
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
Then he left me freezing on a steel rail track
They got em all in the jailhouse, aint they baby
I aint living long like this
Grew up in houston off of wayside drive
Son of a car hop in some all night dive
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk mans breath
I aint living long like this
I cant live at all like this can I baby
We know the story how the wheel goes round
Dont let em take you to the man downtown
Cant sleep at all in the jailhouse, baby
I aint living long like this
You live for angel, shes a roadhouse queen
Make texas ruby look like sandra dee
You want to love her but you dont know how
Youre at the bottom of the jailhouse now
I aint living long like this
I cant live at all like this, can I baby
You know the story bout the jailhouse rock
Go on and do it, but just dont get caught
They got em all in the jailhouse, aint they baby
I aint living long like this

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Right The Wrong

An indian woman buried her grampa in the black hills
When she was young he used to tell her
That these hills belonged to her still
And even though injustice took them hills away
One day well get them back, he said
And the suns gonna shine that day
When we say, right the wrong
Before she laid him down to rest
She heard his voice in the wilderness
Sayin I got six feet of it back
And now we can right the wrong
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Did you hear the one about the boy just 17
Three years hard time for stealing ice cream
First offence and all his dreams are gone
How long before they right the wrong?
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Right the wrong
2, 3, uh
1, 2, 1-2, come on
(right the wrong baby)
Far be it from me to say
It seem like we could stop the flow of snow in the sky today
But I guess the weather man he likes the rain
Aint that insane
Now sing
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame?
(come on, come on, come on)
Did you hear me baby?
Right the wrong
Im 6 feet in the grave
Im 6 feet in the grave
(right right, right right)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (right the wrong right the wrong)
This young man with a talented soul (right the wrong right the wrong)
Died when he wanted 2. (right the wrong right the wrong)
The [life/light]that lives (right the wrong right the wrong)
So he shall not be pitied
Nor shall the guity be forgiven
Until they find it in their hearts to
Right the wrong

song performed by by Prince
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It's Just A Song (Lyric) :

You hear the sound of the song.
It's coming on real strong.
It gives you a sense of strength.
it filters through the air.
It lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.

It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.

It takes you out in space.
Closer to second base.
It follows through so cool.
The smoothest thing for you.
A sound that sounds so clear.
A sound you'll want to hear.

It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.

It sends you through the air.
A sound that makes you high.
It makes you feel so good.
A sound that always should.
Just lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.

It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song..

Song-Lyric-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

See>>www.edwardspoetry.com

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Riding To Town

WHEN labor is light and the morning is fair,
I find it a pleasure beyond all compare
To hitch up my nag and go hurrying down
And take Katie May for a ride into town;
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our lay.
There's joy in a song as we rattle along
In the light of the glorious day.
A coach would be fine, but a spring wagon's good;
My jeans are a match for Kate's gingham and hood;
The hills take us up and the vales take us down,
But what matters that? we are tiding to town,
And bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la sing we.
There's never a care may live in the air
That is filled with the breath of our glee.
And after we've started, there's naught can repress
The thrill of our hearts in their wild happiness;
The heavens may smile or the heavens may frown,
And it's all one to us when we're riding to town.
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la we shout,
For our hearts they are clear and there's nothing to fear,
And we've never a pain nor a doubt.
The wagon is weak and the roadway is rough,
And tho' it is long it is not long enough,
For mid all my ecstasies this is the crown
To sit beside Katie and ride into town,
When bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our song;
And if I had my way, I'd be willing to pay
If the road could be made twice as long.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Dead End Street

Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

song performed by by Kinks
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Click Song

He sits in a room down the dead end street
Dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat
Hes got no girl and no money for a drink
No deeper way to sink
No deeper way
He was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find
Everyday the same things torture his mind
Built himself a world
To leave those troubles behind
Im sorry that world aint mine
Im sorry that world aint mine
Once we were friends but that is long ago
In 1987 I decided to go
I left him in his room down the dead end street
Now Ive heard hes killed his neighbours dog
Just to have a piece of meat
And that is what I call
And that is what I call
No chance to retreat...

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Same Old Song & Dance

Get yourself cooler
Lay yourself low
Coincidental murder
With nothing to show
With the judges constipation
Will go to his head
And his wifes aggravation
Youll soon end up dead
Its the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
Its the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
Gotcha with the cocaine
They found with your gun
No smooth face laywer
Could get ya undone
Say love aint the same
On the south side of town
You could look
But you aint gonna find it around
Its the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
Its the same old story
Same old story
Same old song and dance
Fate comes a-knockin
Doors start lockin
Your old time connection
Change your direction
You aint gonna change it
Cant rearrange it
Cant stand the pain
When its all the same to you, my friend
When youre low down and dirty
From walkin the street
With your old hurdy gurdy
No one to meet
Said love aint the same
On the south side of town
You could look
But you aint gonna find it around
Its the same old story
Same old song and dance, my friend
Its the same old story
Same old story
Same old song and dance

song performed by by Aerosmith
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Sin Wagon

He pushed me 'round
now I'm drawin' the line
He lived his life
now I'm gonna go live mine
I'm sick on wastin' my time
Well now I've been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on
I've got nothin' to lose and nothin' to gain
'Bout to get too far gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little but more of my tweleve ounce nutrition
One more helpin' of what I've been havin'
I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin'
That's right I said mattress dancin'

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more
of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up to old glory
I'm gonna have one hell of a story
That's if he forgives me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me
with my feel draggin'
But I'll fly away on a sin wagon

I'll fly away on a sin wagon

song performed by by Dixie Chicks from Fly
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I Can Tell By The Way You Smell

(walter davis)
Hey, look here baby, whats going on ?
Step over in the light
Oh, no! look here.
Your hair is all wrecked, youre full of sweat
Your underskirt is wringing wet
You come in here walking just like a goose
It looks like somebody just tranked you to loose
Youve been doing something
Youve been doing something wrong
Youve been doing something
Youve been doing something wrong
I can tell by the way you smell
And theres grandma and grandpa out on the porches
Must be kidding bout her ninety years
Aint too old, God almighty, just keep shifting them gears
Well, you aint too old, said you aint too old
Aint too old, doing the boogie, you aint too old
I can tell by the way they smell
Well, its a-run here mama! just look at little sis
Got her hand in her toodle, way up to her wrist
Shes doing something wrong, shes doing something wrong
Shes doing something wrong, God knows shes doing it
I can tell by the way she smell
Go on and change your clothes!

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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New Sensations

I dont like guilt be it stoned or stupid
Drunk and disorderly I aint no cupid
Two years ago today I was arrested on christmas eve
I dont want pain, I want to walk not be carried
I dont want to give it up, I want to stay married
I aint no dog tied to a parked car
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
I want the principles of a timeless muse
I want to eradicate my negative views
And get rid of those people who are always on a down
Its easy enough to tell what is wrong
But thats not what I want to hear all night long
Some people are like human toulinols
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin a new sensations
I took my gpz out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, its was forty degrees outside
I rode to pennsylvania near the delaware gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke
There were some country folk and some hunters inside
Somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that gpz so much, you know that I could kiss her
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout your new sensations
Talkin new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
...

song performed by by Lou Reed
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No Fortune

Written by gerry beckley, 1979
Found on silent letter.
We were dancin in the middle
We could hardly hold our heads up
I think we had too much to drink
I remember wondering what theyd think
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
We were thinkin bout the future
We were trying not to laugh
Then you made me cry instead
I remember wishing I was dead
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
Its been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
Its not as though we aint sinned
Its just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Well Im coming home lady
Im your homecoming man
Trying hard to stand the rain
Gettin back on my feet again
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
Its been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
Its not as though we aint sinned
Its just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
Its been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
Its not as though we aint sinned
Its just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da

song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Waiting For The Man

D. mccafferty/p. agnew/d. sweet/m. charlton
Cruisin on down to my street corner
Where me and my friends hang out
Im pickin up billy along the way
Man he knows what its all about
Jed knows some chicks that can be had
Hes got his old mans car
You know that cant be bad
Phil just got numbered in a fight
But we all jumped in now ol phils alright
Hangin out together on the street
Lookin so hot we cant be beat
Keepin so cool when we get hassled
Takin our time to move along
And if youre lookin to start some trouble
Man you dont know what youre takin on
Me and billy all the guys
Fat marie with the friendly eyes
She aint so pretty but, ooh my my my
Street corner people waitin for the man
Just me and billy and all the guys
Fat marie with the friendly eyes
She aint so pretty but, ooh my my my
Street corner people, were waitin for the man
Shootin our job to the local ladies
Showin them such a good time
Drinkin our wine and gettin crazy
And movin on down the line
Just me and billy, all the guys
Fat marie with the friendly eyes
She aint so pretty but, ooh my my my
Were just street corner people waitin for the man
Me and billy, all the guys
Fat marie with the friendly eyes
She aint so pretty but, ooh my my my
Street corner people waitin for the man
Were just street corner people
Were waitin for the man

song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yo Trippin

Written by anastacia newkirk - travon potts
Whoa
Heya
All this time this life
Is a rhythm without a rhyme
cause it makes me feel, uh
Im like a train without a wheel, whoa
You got me down, so low
I gotta be tough, wont touch the ground, ah
But - Im alright
I wont give up without a fight
If you dont want to realize
That I would never compromise my
Integrity or my right to be free
Theres nothing left for me to say
cause
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Yo trippin
Fire make me feel
Like my feelings stay so real
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Hey, whoa
Yo trippin
Why you feel (why you feel, why you feel)
That to be cruel
Is to be real, yeah
Honesty (honesty, yeah, honesty)
Is how I live
But you refuse to see that
Youll never wind the game of life
Ask why
You live in scene
From tellin all those lies
Cant live in peace
Your hart wont let me free
Theres nothing left for me to say, yeah
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Yo trippin
Fire make me feel
Like my feelings stay so real
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Whoa
Yo trippin
Yeha
Why you always trinppin on me
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Yo trippin
Fire make me feel
Like my feelings stay so real
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Baby why you always
Trippin baby
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Yo trippin
Fire make me feel
Like my feelings stay so real
Yo trippin
There aint nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Whoa
Yo trippin

song performed by by Anastacia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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