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1977 |
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3. | Rock and Roll Man |
4. | Lying Again |
5. | I'll Just Write My Music and Sing My Songs |
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8. | Am I Too Late |
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10. | Ghost of Another Man |
11. | Let Me Sing for You |
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And he'll tell her - He's working late again
But she knows to well there's something goin' on.
She's been neglected - and she needs a friend
So her trembling fingers dial the telephone.
And Lord, it hurts her - doin' this again
He's the best friend that her husband ever knew.
When she's lonely - he's more than just a friend
He's the one she loans her body to.
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers -
Hoping no one else discovers
Where they go - What they do -
In their secret hideaway
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers -
They don't want to hurt the others
So they love - In the nighttime -
And shake hands in the light of day.
And when it's over - there's no peace of mind
Just a longin' for the way things should have been.
And she wonders - Why some men never find
That a woman needs a lover and a friend.
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Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
You've been out ridin fences for so long now
Oh and you're a hard one, but I know that you've got your reasons
The things that are pleasin' you, can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy, she'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones you can't get.
Desperado, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day
And you're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
Come down from your fences- open the gates
It may be rainin, but there's a rainbow above you
You'd better let somebody love you, let somebody love you.
You'd better let somebody love you
Before it's too late...
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I'll Just Write My Music and Sing My Songs |
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MY WORLD BEGINS AND ENDS WITH YOU
Writers Larry Keith, Steve Pippin
Copyright 1974
My world was no more than a dream
And waitin' on a dream can sure get lonely
Your love just fell right into place
And filled and empty space to overflowing, overflowing
My world begins with havin' a friend when I'm feeling blue
My world would end if ever I heard you say we were through
Just don't know what I'd do
âCause my world begins and ends with you
Sometimes I tell little lies to see if your eyes are looking through me
But you know lying's not my style
I just need your smile coming to me
Reassuring me
My world begins with havin' a friend when I'm feeling blue
My world would end if ever I heard you say we were through
Just don't know what I'd do
âCause my world begins and ends with you
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I wouldn't listen and I couldn't see
And all I have left now are words you said to me,
sing your song sweet music man,
'cos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to,
I'm thro' with you.
You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man
but you surround yourself
with people who demand so little of you.
You touched my soul with your beautiful song,
you even had me singing along right with you,
you said I need.
Then you changed the words and added harmony
and you sang the song you had written for me
to someone new.
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do
and nobody else could make me sing along
and nobody else could make me feel
that things are right when I know they're wrong
( that things are right when you're wrong with the song )
nobody sings a love song quite like you.
Sing your song sweet music man
You travel the world with a six piece band
that does for you what you ask 'em to.
And you try to stay young
But the songs you've sung to so many people
they've all begun to come back on you.
So sing your song sweet music man,
you're making your living doing one night stands,
that prove to you they don't need you.
You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man,
but you're keep on looking for one last fan
to sing 'em to.
But nobody sings ...
So sing your song sweet music man
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WE DON'T WE MAKE LOVE ANYMORE
WRITERS KENNY ROGERS, MARIANNE GORDON
The love that we have
Is not so bad
Unless you think about
The love that we had
I don't know, who closed the door
But we don't make love anymore
We used to love
You used to care
Now it's hard to find
The feeling we shared
You found a way
To even the score
And we don't make love anymore
So come lie down
Beside me and talk to me
Touch me with your body and your mind
Help me find the feeling
And push all this behind
We'll make sweet, sweet love one more time
But you won't try
And I'll understand
We'll just live our lives
The best we can
We turn out the lights
We still lock the door
But we don't make love anymore
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