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One time some wealthy friends
Invited me to play
At the local country club
On a pretty sunlit day
My car was an old beater
An Olds with standard shift
It also had a lot of rust
If you start to get the drift
I dressed up in my nicest
Clothes and shoes for fancy play
And started with high hopes
On that pretty sunny day
When suddenly a fluid
Came gushing tween the seats
The heater core had busted
And put Prestone a foot deep
Coming to the country club
The stuff had sloshed on me
The windows were all fogged
And I could barely see
I went ahead and played that day
Smelling of antifreeze
My shoes were soaked, my socks too
And my pants up to my knees
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When I think back
On all the years
It is so beautiful
It brings my tears
Your perfect way
Of loving me
Is more than I ever
Thought I’d see
What constant caring
You have shown
I’m so glad
You are my own
My love is always
Count that as sure
I’ll be there for you
Forever yours
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On the near east side
Near Erie’s shore
Stands the remnants of
Some baseball lore
It once was where
Great players came
And did their best
In this great game
Only part remains
A few walls complete
Where hall of famers
Did once compete
The greatest of all
The famous Ruth
Hit his 500th homer
That’s the truth
Dimaggio too
Was at his peak
As his hitting reached
A 56 game streak
It’s old League Park
Where Cleveland’s teams
Played their ball
Back in the teens
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The Hawk (ft Gordon)
01:54
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The hawk sits in a nearby tree
She doesn’t care a thing for me
Her only worry is for food
To keep alive her little brood
She sits up there just like a queen
Never moving, so serene
While down below the world goes on
As it has done since early dawn
Then suddenly she casts her eye
On moving creatures passing by
Silently her wings spread wide
And down she goes in a steep slide
The little mouse in claws so strong
Paid dearly for a move so wrong
He was a meal for her young chicks
She flew away to do more tricks
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It’s well known that
You are my baby
They all know that
Our 1 and 1 is 2 (you and me)
It’s well known that
You are my baby
And that I’m in love with you
They can see that we
Go well together
That we’re happier when
We are in a pair
We’ll go to the end
together forever and 'til then
A beautiful life we’ll share
Chicken in my pot
Keep my hotcakes hot
The butter on my toast
You’re the most
No one else for me
I swear you’ll always be my baby.
It’s well known that
You are my baby
They all know that
Our 1 and 1 is 2 (you and me)
It’s well known that
You are my baby
And that I’m in love with you
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We’ve had a real long run
That takes in many years
And I wouldn’t trade a minute
Of all we’ve had, my dear
It’s hard to take it in
From nervous first date teens
To family legends now
And all that went between
There will never be another
As wonderful as you
A loving family hero
And a great companion too
As we now approach the end
Of this wondrous love affair
I hope you have a notion
Of how much I really care
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It’s a simple thing
To hold a hand
Yet this is so much more
The feeling through that
Little act says it’s you
That I adore
When we go walking
Down the street
You always try to get
My hand in yours
This says so quietly
I’m yours with no regrets
Your hand is soft
And yet so strong
Resembling your love
I know that with your
Hand in mine
We’re paired from up above
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8. |
Gloom (ft Gordon)
02:10
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Sometimes the gloom
It settles in
And permeates right
Through our skin
It will not leave
Or go away
It takes up space
In every day
When will the sun
Begin to shine
And bring the peace
That should be mine
In truth the pictures
That I see
Are mostly painted
Just by me
When will the sun
Begin to shine
And bring the peace
That should be mine
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The hills of my youth are calling me
Back to the place I once called home
I’m sick and tired of this city life
I’m lost and I’m feeling alone
Chorus
No matter where I turn there’s just no room to move
I can’t stand the noise and all the crowds
Give me wide open spaces and fresh air to breath
When I look up I want to see the clouds.
I wanna feel the gentle breeze of the summer winds
I want to hear rippling waters of the stream
I wanna see the all the colors of the autumn trees
These are the things that fills my dreams
Chorus
No matter where I turn there’s just no room to move
I can’t stand the noise and all the crowds
Give me wide open spaces and fresh air to breath
When I look up I want to see the clouds.
I yearn for blue skies on a winter’s day
I need to see the snow covered hills
The flowers in the meadow as they bloom in spring
Hear the call of the whippoorwill
Chorus
No matter where I turn there’s just no room to move
I can’t stand the noise and all the crowds
Give me wide open spaces and fresh air to breath
When I look up I want to see the clouds
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Tell them preacher Tell them strong
Show them how to Keep from wrong
Tell them bout prince David’s fight
And about the stars great light
Tell them preacher tell them strong
Tell them of the furnace hot
And the wife of old man Lot
And don’t forget that famous tale
Of Jonah in that whale.
Tell them preacher tell them strong.
Use that pulpit use it well
Don’t let your people go to hell
Tell them preacher tell them strong
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You have left us
Snatched away so fast
We’re left with empty
Memories of the past
Could it be that
It’s not real
Perhaps a bad dream
A fantasy I feel
I check the phone
And hope to hear
An unerased message
That brings you near
Your old shirt
Unwashed from last worn
Retains your fragrance
And suggestion of your form
We now have silence
No booming laugh to hear
The sadness lingers
My precious son, my dear
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Gone (ft Rob Cooperider)
03:01
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In happier days
We laughed and played
And these times
We'd never trade
Remember you
In your crib
And spilling food
Upon your bib
Your first bike
With training wheels
And at the zoo
We watched the seals
The pinewood car
You made in Scouts
And in games
Your happy shouts
Your first date
A pretty girl
With golden hair
Up in a curl
Then marriage
And a family small
You did so well
You had it all
Now you are gone
No longer here
And we all shed
A little tear
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When your small boy
Says he came
With newest toy
To play a game
Take the time
When he gets
A little older
And cries his sadness
On your shoulder
Take the time
When your young teen
Seeks your advice
Thinking that you
Can make everything right
Take the time
Someday your boy
Will move away
Time has passed
I hope you'll never say
Wish I'd taken time
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The Finish (ft Gordon)
01:37
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A lot is over
At this time
What once was there
No longer mine
Once I was
Full of life
Chasing after
My lovely wife
Now I sit
Watch TV
So little left
Of the old me
But it’s OK
I’m really fine
Some lovely memories
Are all mine
And family here
To help me cope
Spirits high
There’s always hope
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In our lives of
Having much
We very often
Just lose touch
While we sit
With lots to eat
We give no thought
Upon the street
My house is nice
Safe and warm
There are those
With clothes all torn
We have nice
Shoes with warm socks
They try to stay
Warm in their box
We have plenty
Why not share
There shouldn’t
Be homeless anywhere
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You're Fired (ft ZeCoop)
00:56
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Chief, you’re really doing great
But don't you really think that eight
Is just a little too much axing?
You’re Fired
Boss, I think you’re quite a man
You gave a 30 year guy the can
Do you really think that this is wise?
You’re Fired
There has never been a lead
Who dismissed with this much speed
Do you think that this is a good thing?
You’re Fired
I know you make us 'great'
But terminations at eighty-eight
Which way are the ratings going now?
You’re Fired
Maybe what we really need
Is for the people to intercede
And finally have the guts to tell this guy...
You’re Fired
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Original lyrics:
Chief, you’re really going great
But do you think that eight
Is a little too much axing/
You’re Fired
Boss, I think you’re quite a man
You gave a 30 yr guy the can
Do you think this is wise
You’re Fired
There has never been a lead
Who dismissed with this much speed
Is this a good thing?
You’re Fired
I know you make us great
But terminations at eighty-eight
How about your ratings
You’re Fired
Maybe what we really need
Is for the people to intercede
And tell this guy
You’re Fired
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Sometimes when I
Should be doing work
I find I’m wearing
A mischievous smirk
For when the thoughts
Should serious be
It’s you who’re smiling
Down deep in me
You’re so much
A vital part of me
Wherever I look
It’s your face I see
I hope I never
Lose this view
Nothing compares
My love to you
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I love you so
But our time has passed
We had some fun
But it didn’t last
As you grew up
I lost my spot
Other things came
You liked a lot
We used to play
Throwing a ball
But now this has
No interest at all
You’re almost grown
And young boy stuff
Has passed us by
You’ve had enough
I guess I’ll live
With memories old
And smile when
They’re again retold
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The old dog saw him
Coming down
A perky squirrel
Hanging upside down
The dog got slowly
To his feet
And trotted over
To the tree
He barked real loud
And bared his teeth
Looking up
From underneath
The squirrel chattered
And tempted him
But he couldn’t
Reach the limb
The dog walked slowly
To the cool porch floor
And vowed to chase
The squirrel no more
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When driving down the highway
At a nice safe 55
Some nut goes flying by me
Like he’s tired of being alive
Not only does he drive too fast
He’s very rude as well
He gives me a quite dirty look
And yells you go to hell
I may be somewhat older
Than these unruly clowns
But my driving’s not so bad
They shouldn’t put me down
I just get over that dumb nut
When I look behind my car
An idiot’s just a foot away
And maybe not that far
I think my nineteen ninety-one
Can go another year
Especially since I never drive
Above my second gear
I may be somewhat older
Than these unruly clowns
But my driving’s not so bad
They shouldn’t put me down
I think my nineteen ninety-one
Can go another year
Especially since I never drive
Above my second gear
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The Preacher (ft Gordon)
02:09
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Tell them preacher
Tell it strong
Show them how
To keep from wrong
Tell them bout
Prince David’s fight
And about the
Star’s great light
Tell them of
The furnace hot
And of the wife
Of old man Lot
Tell them preacher
Tell it strong
Show them how
To keep from wrong
And don’t forget
The famous tale
Of Jonah in that
Great big whale
Use that pulpit
Use it well
Don’t let your people
Go to Hell
Tell them preacher
Tell it strong
Show them how
To keep from wrong
Show them how
To keep from wrong
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It has come to me
That over time
My closest friends
Are gone
I stare at my telephone
And realize
There’s no one
Left to call
It once was true
That we would chat
About the game
Or this and that
We’d swap the
Latest jokes we that heard
And we'd laugh out loud
Like silly guys
Now the telephone
Is dead and silent
No more the friendly call
My buddies are gone
How long before
I join that crowd
My phone goes silent
As I bid the world goodbye
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My grandson is a whistler
He puckers night and noon
Ask him a simple question
He whistles a catchy tune
When asked about his homework
He whistles Claire de Lune
When told it’s time for bed
Out comes Old Devil Moon
He’s really pretty doggone smart
But loves the music more
And sometimes people like it
And request a nice encore
Perhaps he could make a living
Playing at big occasions
The greatest whistler in the land
Who plays to big ovations
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I’ve carefully weighed the facts
And determined what I lack
To come up with the scheme
To make my life a dream
It’s you, it’s you!
Looked for it at school
And I’m not somebody’s fool
But it didn’t pass the test
For what would suit me best
It’s you, it’s you!
I partied with my friends
But really in the end
It didn’t light my fire
Or fill my heart’s desire
It’s you, it’s you!
Now please fulfill my need
And hear my fervent plea
Our future I can see
Oh lucky, lucky me
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Hey 9-1-1
It’s me again
I tripped and fell
And hit my chin
I know that
This is now a habit
I keep you running
Like a rabbit
Sometimes I fall
And then abrasions
My accident level
Leads the nation
The ER staff
Is always nice
I’m well acquainted
With the price
My closet has
A bunch of braces
That help me in
So many places
The EMS comes
Like a fire
They say that I’ll get
Frequent flyer
Perhaps I should
Just stay in bed
This falling is
A daily dread
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