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I Feel Fine
03:05
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The grass is moist from the dew, I know, I smell it in the breeze.
It flutters through my window, bringing music to my leaves.
It's like the love you give me, I love the fact that it's just mine.
And I feel fine, I feel fine, like it's morning all the time.
Leave that extra layer here sweetheart you needn't bring it now.
The grass is dry by now, and if the summer skies allow,
We'll find a road to walk down, and take a swim till daylight dies.
And we'll feel fine, we'll feel fine, like it's summer all the time.
And if the night gets chilly, you know that I will keep you warm.
And if you ever were afraid of darkness don't be anymore.
Just look up at the stars, until they cease to shine.
And you'll feel fine, you'll feel fine, like stars are with you all the time.
When you wake up in the morning, I'll be walking to your door.
It's not the dew, the breeze, the sun, the stars, but you that I adore.
You're few and far between and they another flawed design.
And I feel fine, I feel fine, like I'm with you all the time.
And I feel fine, I feel fine, like I'm with you all the time.
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2. |
Oh My
03:08
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Right away, as the sun sinks to sleep, oh my,
Familiar fragrance in the breeze takes me home.
Welcomed softly by the stars, dim to blinding, stupefied,
I'm arriving at the door of my home.
Darling I'm away, but I'll never be gone.
You're getting used to the idea but you're wrong.
Chilling silence of the night. Time is frozen, so still,
Like the memories, that I'll always have of home
Darling I miss you, I can't stop thinking about you.
And I know I'm far, but don't you worry like you do.
So long as I dream your name, here's my promise, my guarantee,
I get closer, everyday, to my home.
I get closer, with each day, to my home.
And I won't stop, till I'm home, in your arms.
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3. |
Mama
03:33
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Mama when you call me,
Surprised you’ll be if I don’t answer.
The smoke a hard habit, and the moon a temptation,
And the booze the most seductive dancer.
But I need your saving, bring only your words,
For the words of others only go so far.
And bring me back home, before I’m sent home
In a box on some lonely train car.
Mama don’t be surprised to receive
A request sent by me not to visit.
Cause your heart will break, upon seeing me,
When you find that your child is missing.
But don’t heed my words, fly like the wind,
That reminds us that all time is fleeting.
And rescue your bird, where the restless converge,
While the rest of the city is sleeping.
Mama when you find me,
There’s a chance I’ll be too gone for saving.
Cause my mind is blown, and the memories are dwindling
Like the embers of a fire that’s fading.
But Mama please try, bring only your words,
And the songs you sung while I was sleeping.
And bring me back home, before the train car
That carries my body is leaving.
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4. |
No More Dancing
03:09
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Sun is rising, testimony to my leaving.
Chill of January among feelings left behind
For the wind of California, and my reflection in its ocean.
No more dancing in the evening, you are free no longer mine.
Dream a pullin like the current, of a mad and distant ocean,
Dream of working, one day finding my place under the sun.
The road goes west but where it’s taking me there ain’t no way of knowing,
But no more dancing in the evening, you are free our dance is done.
West Texas flatlands to the Arizona mountains
Tell a story that no man would dare to write.
And if not now I don’t think ever, and my days I know He’s counting,
No more dancing in the evening, you are free no longer mine.
Traveling light means nothing, I don’t need much for where I’m going,
A bag and a case of wood and strings tucked in.
And on the night should I come home, know that I will be rejoicing,
If I’m dancing night till morning swaying in your arms again.
If I'm dancing night till morning swaying in your arms again.
If I'm dancing night till morning swaying in your arms again.
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5. |
Bluest
04:32
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Stranger in the hallway, stranger knocking on my door
Lord how’d it get to be this way, didn’t feel like this before
Singing your praises to everyone I knew
In love’s good graces I was so in love with you
Such a fool, thought the dream called love came true
You used to remind me, that a life in love was real.
With you now I’m reminded, just how blue a man could be
It hurts to say I love you like I know it hurts you too
This ship is sinking fast not much left for us to do
And I’m so blue, thought the dream called love came true
And I’ve been blue
I’ve been blue being far away from home
A bird who from his cage has flown
Left the only home that I have ever known
With no place to hang my head
And I’ve been blue saying farewell to a friend
Knowing well I might not shake his hand again
Oh you left my love for dead
I’ve been blue as blue can be but babe I’m bluest in your bed.
Stranger in the kitchen, stranger riding in my car
The star I chase is missing, the hope tomorrow brings is gone
What happened to this happy home that you and I once knew
Is it lost and gone forever I’m just sick of knowing you.
And I’m so blue, remembering what your love could do.
And I’ve been blue
I’ve been blue walking without a place to go
A drifter in the winter snow
With the home that I’ve always wanted to know
Always miles and miles ahead
Blue when we tried to bring the love back in,
Knowing that we fail each time we try again.
Oh the last rights have been read
Oh I’ve been blue as blue can be but babe I’m bluest in your bed.
I’ve been blue as blue can be but babe I’m bluest in your bed.
I’ve been blue as blue can be but babe I’m bluest in your bed.
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