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(Traditional)
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have a cake
All the pretty little horses.
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(Tony Joe White)
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
Heavy rain a-fallin'
Seem to hear your voice callin', It's all right
Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
I feel like it's rainin', rainin' all over the world
Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxi cabs and buses passin' in the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain through the night
Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
I feel like it's rainin', rainin' all over the world
I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar to pass some time
Late at night it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
I feel fine
Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
And I feel like it's rainin' all over the world
Rainin' all over the world
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(Adam Schlesinger/Chris Collingwood)
Are you alone now
Did you lose the monkey
He gave you backaches
And now you slouch
He didn't mean it
He's just a dumb ape
Reading Playboy
On your couch
And now it's time to say
What I forgot to say
Baby baby
Come on, what's wrong
It's a radiation vibe I'm groovin on
Don't it make you want to get some sun
Shine on, shine on, shine
I went to Pittsburgh
And joined a pro team
Talk about a bad dream
Broke my knee
But I can still croon
Make all the girls swoon
Isn't that the way life's
Meant to be
And now it's time to say
What I forgot to say
Baby baby
Come on, what's wrong
It's a radiation vibe I'm groovin on
Don't it make you want to get some sun
Shine on, shine on, shine
And now it's time to say
What I forgot to say
Baby baby
Come on, what's wrong
It's a radiation vibe I'm groovin on
Don't it make you want to get some sun
Shine on, shine on, shine
Shine on, shine on, shine
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(Dan Messe)
When I saw him by the river
He just smiled and closed his eyes
He said you know that you're gonna give her
One more present - one more lie
I didn't see him for a while then
Though I heard his name around
So I walked down a hundred miles when
On that Iron Bridge it was him I found
I said you know that I have wandered
By the dust here on my feet
For every present that I have squandered
On every false heart that I meet
But I can't take back what I gave them
No, I can't make right what I've made wrong
I can't pretend that I tried to save them
When they were drowning in my song
So I don't come here for a new scar
For to cover the things I've done
I just come here to see how you are
Maybe see how I've become
Well he lay there on that Iron Bridge
Where the Earth and the waters part
He said Hello there well ain't you gonna give
One more present to your own false heart
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(Dan Messe/Steve Curtis)
In the sawed off light
Shooting down across the quarrel
Onto Lee
They will rise and fight
On the Bay and on the Sorrel
To the North and Cincinnati
Riding low in the roll-eyed burr
Charging out from 'neath the soldier's spur
As a Traveler turns
From the darkness in the valley
Toward the fire from Cincinnati
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(Dan Messe)
Someone's waving
Someone's counting
Someone's leaving
There's fifty dollars on this pony
Chase him down these tracks
Well won't nobody take my business
I'll teach you how to come back
I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood and let her go
I filled my pockets up with coal black with mud and let her go
I'll throw my hat off when I beat you
Find it when you're gone
There's straw and cotton around the station
I'll make myself a new one
I held a silver dollar tight inside my fist and let you go
I've counted all the things I've lost that point to this and let you go
The whistle's sounding
You are leaving
I am counting
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(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe)
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn't mine
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
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(Redd Stewart/Pee Wee King)
I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me
I remember the night and the Tennessee waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
When I lost my little darling the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee waltz
I remember the night and the Tennessee waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darling the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee waltz
The beautiful Tennessee waltz
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(Dan Messe)
I'm not a sailor
I'm not so strong out of my shoes
Dragging like anchors
Over the ocean
Pearls in the sky are strung round the moon
Pointing to you
And I'll sail til morning
Or I'll sail til I
Am carried to you tonight
I'm not a sailor
But I'll spend the night out on the sea
Out on the sea
And I'll sail til morning
Or I'll sail til I
Am carried to you tonight
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(Dan Messe)
Broken moon in the sky
Enough to pull up our eyes
From the ground where we hide
From the ground where we hide
Gonna waste some time with you and let this world go
Keep my heart idle
Gonna waste my time with you and let this love go
A broken heart, idle
Restless stars through the trees
Enough to fall to our knees
Make no sound so no one sees
Make no sound so no one sees
Gonna waste some time with you and let this world go
Keep my heart idle
Gonna waste my time with you and let this love go
A restless heart, idle
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(Ralph Mooney/Charles Seals)
Now blue ain't the word for the way that I feel
There's a storm brewin' in this heart of mine
This ain't no crazy dream, I know that it's real
You're someone else's love now, you're not mine
Crazy arms that seek to hold somebody new
But my burnin' heart keeps sayin' you're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed
And that's why I'm lonely all the time
Please take the treasured dreams I had for you and me
And take all the love I thought was mine
Someday my crazy arms may hold somebody new
But now I'm so lonely all the time
Crazy arms that seek to hold somebody new
But my burnin' heart keeps sayin' you're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed
And that's why I'm lonely all the time
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(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
Mean are the winds that tear at the palms
A tiny baby is crying then calms
And curses ring out instead of the psalms
I don't know
And black are the sounds dragged from the trains
They leave a trail of rust in the rains
Great Lakes are spilling across the Great Plains
They swallow up everything
Oh no, oh no
Board up the windows and shoot at the crows
And lay every might thing low
Well I didn't know that day that I fell
In Terre Haute at the Paris Hotel
Where I lost something that I'd never sell
I let go
Now all that I see keeps me afraid
I count the years by the marks that they made
And watch the sun from a circle of shade
That swallows up everything
Oh no, oh no
Board up the windows and shoot at the crows
And lay every might thing low
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(Dan Messe)
Leave my station where I stood
To lay for a while with you
I got shadows snapping at my tail
Who say I'm no damn good
But that's just halfway true
All that I'm good for is you
You know I play with all those strays
Prowling outside your door
It's the scraps of love you throw my way
That have got me on all fours
It's only fair you knew
All that I'm good for is you
But I'll leave it behind
To lay down with you
I'll stop running wild
And doing what I used to do
My whole wide world is out of hand
So crooked it leaves me cryin'
But your love is straight is narrow and
It's keeping me in line
This love will see me through
All that I'm good for is you
And I'll leave it behind
To lay down with you
I'll stop running wild
And doing what I used to do
All that I'm good for is you
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(Dan Messe/Steve Curtis)
When I saw a light
Carve a crown into the quarry
Over me
I'm a king at night
And a poor man in the morning
How will anybody know me?
Hide the key in the roll-top drawer
Walk the countryside from door to door
And as morning falls
And keeps falling ever after
Bless the city and the traveler
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(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
There's a lazy eye that looks at you
And sees you the same as before
When you lay beside me every night
Though now you are with me no more
I can still see the hem of your dress
And the comb as it's parting your hair
And the person I held is still there in my
Lazy eye that looks at you
And sees you the same as before
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(Dan Messe)
Me I imagine places
That I have never seen
The colored lights in fountains,
Blue and green
And I imagine places
That I will never go
Behind these clouds that hang here,
Dark and low
But it's there when I'm holding you
It's there when I am sleeping too
It's there when there is nothing left of me
It's hanging just beyond
the burned out factory
Out of reach but leading me
Into the beautiful sea
And I remember something
It feels a lot like fear
Some kid is wild and shouting
Coast is clear
And it's there when I'm holding you
It's there when I am sleeping too
It's there when there is nothing left of me
It's hanging just beyond
the burned out factory
Out of reach but leading me
Into the beautiful sea
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(Traditional)
The Golden Day is dying beyond the purple hill
The Golden Day is dying beyond the purple hill
And when the wood is dark yes the nightingale will sing
And when the wood is dark yes the nightingale will sing
And soon beyond the meadow the silver moon will swing
And soon beyond the meadow the silver moon will swing
The Lark that sang at noon day end dusk the wood is still
The Lark that sang at noon day end dusk the wood is still
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