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2. | A Man And His Dream |
3. | If I Had My Way |
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5. | I Haven't Time To Be A Millionaire |
6. | Meet The Sun Half-Way |
7. | My Heart Is Taking Lessons |
8. | The Funny Old Hills |
9. | I Have Eyes |
10. | Still The Bluebird Sings |
11. | Moonburn |
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13. | The Water, The Porter And The Upstairs Maid |
14. | Small Fry |
15. | The Moon Got In My Eyes |
16. | Smarty (You Know It All) |
17. | Without A Word Of Warning |
18. | My Heart And I |
19. | Let's Call A Heart A Heart |
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22. | Birth Of The Blues |
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An apple for the teacher
That seems the thing to do
Because I want to learn
About romance from you.
An apple for the teacher
To show I'm meek and mild,
If you insist on saying
That I'm just a problem child.
You'll get all my attention,
Your wish will be my rule;
And maybe you'll be good to me
And keep me after school
An apple for the teacher
That's how I'd better start,
The after while you may give in
And let me bring my heart
An apple for the teacher
Will always do the trick,
When you don't know
Your lesson in arithmetic
An apple for the teacher
Will meet with great success
If you forgot to memorize
The Gettysburg Address
A little bit of glamour
A charm that's cute and quaint;
And he'll excuse your grammar
And believe you're what you ain't.
You may be just a lemon
But he'll think you're a peach
Just bring an apple for the teacher
When he starts to teach
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I'm so afraid of night 'cause I'm too romantic.
Moonlight and stars can make such a fool of me.
You know you're much too near, and I am too romantic,
Wouldn't I be a sight on a bended knee.
I'm startled when you whisper, I'll run if you should sigh,
I must be so careful, or I'll kiss my heart goodbye.
You shouldn't let me dream 'cause I'm too romantic,
Don't make me fall unless it could all come true.
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Love thy neighbor
Walk up and say "How be ya
Gee! But I'm glad to see ya, pal
How's tricks? What's new?"
Love thy neighbor
Offer to share his burden
Tell him to say the word "n"
You will see him through
Especially if there should be
A beautiful girl next door
Say to that girl next door
Don't think I'm bold
But my mother told me to
Love thy neighbor
And you will find your labor
A great deal easier
Life'll be breezier
If you love thy neighbor
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The Water, The Porter And The Upstairs Maid |
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Without A Word Of Warning |
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Let's Call A Heart A Heart |
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Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail
They'll be blown away by a merry gale
Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind
And they won't come back, they'll be too chagrined
Go on make friends with the sky
Have a talk with the sun
It's the bright way to live, if you'll pardon the pun
Go fly a kite and you'll imagine you're a king
Cause you've got your world on a piece of string
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VERSE 1: There's something strange in the old corral
There's a breeze, though the wind has died
Though I'm alone in the old corral,
Seems there is someone at my side
CHORUS: Empty saddles in the old corral,
Where do ya ride tonight?
Are ya roundin' up the dogies,
The strays of long ago,
Are ya on the trail of buffalo?
Empty saddles in the old corral,
Where do ya ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border,
Or a band of Navajo
Are ya headin' for the Alamo?
Empty guns covered with rust
Where do ya talk tonight?
Empty boots covered with dust
Where do ya walk tonight?
Empty saddles in the old corral,
My tears would be dried tonight
If you'll only say I'm lonely,
As ya carry my old pal
Empty saddles in the old corral
VERSE 2: There is no smoke, still the fires burn,
There's no song, still I hear guitars,
There is no dust, still the ghosts return
Softly to vanish thru the bars
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