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Shape Up Or Get Out
Playboy Charlie, where you stayed last night?. Came home, this morning sun was shining bright. Blood shot eyes and mouth full of lies. I'm fed up with your alibis.
Shake My Mother's Hand For Me
When you reach that golden city. Friends and love you will see. When the saints come out to meet you. Oh, shake my mother's hand for me. . Shake my mother's hand.
Seven Lonely Days
Seven lonely days make one lonely week seven lonely nights make one lonely me. Ever since the time you told me we were through. Seven lonely days I cried and cried for you.
Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On
Send me the pillow that you dream on. Don't you know that I still care for you?. Send me the pillow that you dream on. So darling, I can dream on it too.
Seasons Of My Heart
The seasons come, the seasons go. We get a little sunshine rain and snow. Just the way that it was planned to be. . But there's no seasons in my heart.
Searching For A Soldier's Grave
Somewhere here among these many thousands. Of Americans who all died true and brave. That's where I know I'll find him resting. So I'm here, I'm searching for his grave.
Searching (for Someone Like You)
Searching, I've spent a lifetime, darling. Searching, looking for someone like you. Dreaming, in all my dreams I dream. That someday I'd find someone like you.
Searching (for Someone Just Like You)
Searching, I've spent a lifetime darling searching. Looking for someone like you. Dreaming, in all my dreams I dream. That someday I'd find someone like you.
Santa's On His Way
Snowflakes are falling, Santa's on his way. With a lot of jingle bells jingling on his sleigh. Boys and girls are waiting, clapping out with glee. 'Cause they know he'll put lots of toys around the Christmas tree.
Strange Day
John Stewart/George Yanok. . (Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag..
Stories Of Old
John Stewart. . Chorus:. I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains.. For if there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain. Oh, then freedom's not your name..
Stay Awhile
Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile. We'll never want to leave ya. Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile. 'Til we come back to see ya. . As we were walkin' down to Wales one day.
Spinnin' Of The World
Is it wrong to be so much in love with a girl. That you can't tell her voice from the spinnin' of the world?. . I am gone, I can fly like a comet on the sky.
Speckled Roan
Jane Bowers. . I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.. I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long.".
South Wind
Well, I know I don't have to be told. That the North wind is chilly and cold. Well, I know far from the South wind I ran. Now, I'm a lost and lonely man, well, I know.
South Coast
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon. But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone. . My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee.
Song For A Friend
When you sit and wonder. Why things have gone so wrong. And you wish someone would tell us. Where our friend has gone. . Look then to the hills. When there's courage in the wind.
Sometimes Love Is Better When It's Gone
Mike Settle. . Caroline, Caroline, girl, you'd better go on home 'cause I'll be leavin' with the morning dew, stronger for the seeds we've sown.. I'll write you love down in a song. I will sing it a life time long. That way, my love will never do you any wrong..
Somerset Gloucestershire Wassail
Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard. . Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.. The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley..
Someday Soon
I am a young man, so you'll know my age is twenty-one. I come from out in southern Colorado. Just home from the service and I'm looking for my fun. . Someday soon, she's goin' with me, someday soon.
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