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Seven Things
Sha. Sha. Sha. I probably shouldn't say this. But at times I get so scared. When I think about the previous. Relationship we shared. It was awesome but we lost it.
See You Again
I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim. I have a heart that will never be tamed. I knew you were somethin' special when you spoke my name. Now I can't wait to see you again.
Samstag Abend
Am Samstag abend war es wieder mal soweit -. mir fehlte gar nichts. nur ein bißchen Zärtlichkeit.. Am Samstag abend tat es wieder richtig weh. . und die alten Freunde.
Superstar
Lately I've been dreaming about you so much. Every time I close my eyes I feel your comforting touch. All the time I know I shouldn't be this in love.
Stalker
see that man behind that tree?. he's spent seventeen hours just waiting for me and there's really no doubt he's in love with me. I really am his number one priority.
Sweet Heart
Solitude still holds you. I don't have to fake the blues. And all you want is refuge. Sugar is the heart's food. Sugar is the heart's food. Fathers don't know all the rules.
Someone Speaks Softly
Bury the switchblade a foot deep in snow. Silence is golden. She loved him, you know. Fold up his good shirts and dust off his robe. The violence is over, they told her so.
Scars
"Scars" is based on the traditional English-American folk ballad "Scarborough Fair.". . Please don't go to Scarborough Fair. Violets, roses, thistles and vines.
Schon So Lang
Bin auf meinem Weg,. Schon so lang.. Zerschlagen und träg,. Schon so lang.. . Bin müde und leer,. Will nach Süden ans Meer.. Bin auf meinem Weg ohne Wiederkehr,.
Swing Wide Your Gate Of Love
SWING WIDE YOUR GATE OF LOVE. Writers Hank Thompson, S. Nathan. . Swing wide your gate of love, open wide up your heart. I knew when I first met you that you'd be my sweetheart.
Steel Guitar Rag
STEEL GUITAR RAG. Writer Leon McAuliffe. . Been runnin' around, seen many a town, and maybe you'll find I'm the kind of guy that brags. But listen to me and see if you don't agree No melody rolls like that old steel guitar rag And when they slide that thing, along those strings It sounds so doggone heavenly, you can hear the Angels sing And when you stomp your feet, your heart will beat, A rhythm to the old steel guitar rag Break or bridge: You may be kind choosy, 'bout the kind of songs you hear, You maybe like them blusey, makes you cry right in your beer, But if you want a song that's bound to dry away your tears, Make happy your soul with that old steel guitar rag..
Squaws Along The Yukon
There's a salmon colored girl who sets my heart a whirl. Who lives along the Yukon far away. Where the northern lights they shine she rubs her nose to mine.
Southern Loving
SOUTHERN LOVING. (Jim Owen). '73 Unichappell Music. . I've been loved in Cincinnati Evansville and St Paul. All the gals were pretty and I ain't tryin' to find no fault.
Someone Can Steal Your Love From Me
If I can steal your love from someone else. Someone can steal you from me. If you can't be true to the one you have. You wouldn't be true to me. . A wedding ring can't mean a thing.
Someone Can Steal You From Me
SOMEONE CAN STEAL YOU FROM ME. (Hank Thompson). '56 Brazos Valley Music. . If I can steal your love from someone else someone can steal you from me. If you can't be true to the one you have you wouldn't be true to me.
Soft Lips
Soft lips that feel so divine soft lips pressed close to mine. The thrill of your kiss is heavenly blessed. Your tender caress I could never express. Soft lips I love you so soft lips don't ever go.
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette
SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! THAT CIGARETTE. Writer Merle Travis. . Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman I've been told Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree It ain't 'cause I don't smoke 'em myself and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health I smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same at a pettin' party or a poker game Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette CHORUS Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death. Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hate to make him wait, But you just gotta have another cigarette. In a game of chance the other night Old dame fortune was good and right The kings and queens they kept on comin' around Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept callin' and layin' his money down See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim Finally called me but didn't raise the bet! --Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette." CHORUS Now the other night I had a date with the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame She said she loved me and it seemd to me That things were sorta like they oughtta be So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane She was a long way from a chunk of ice And our pettin' party was goin' real nice And I got an idea I might have been there yet So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze Then she said, Excuse me Please But I just gotta have a cigarette." CHORUS.
Slippin’ Around
SLIPPIN' AROUND. Writer Floyd Tillman. . Seems we always have to slip around To be together, Dear Slipping around Afraid we might be found I know I can't forget you And I've gotta have you near But we just have to Slip around and live in constant fear Oh, you're tied up with someone else And I am all tied up, too I know I've made mistakes, Dear But I'm so in love with you I hope some day I'll find a way To bring you back to me And I won't have to slip around To have your company Oh, you're tied up with someone else And I'm all tied up, too I know I've made mistakes, Dear But I'm so in love with you I hope some day I'll find a way To bring you back to me And I won't have to slip around And I won't have to slip around To have your company.
Sixty Minute Man
SIXTY MINUTE MAN. Writer William Ward. . Well, listen here, girls, I'm telling you now, They call me loving Dan, I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man. And if you don't believe I'm all I say, Come up and take my hand. As soon as I leave you go, you'll cry "Oh yeah, he's a sixty-minute man!" Chorus There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing, And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!" There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing, Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!) Well, if your man ain't treating you right, Come up and see your Dan. I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man. Chorus 2 Sixty (minute man) Well they call me (loving Dan) I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man. Repeat chorus 2 Repeat chorus Well, if your man ain't treating you right, Come up and see your Dan. I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long I'm a sixty-minute man. Oh yeah! Sixty minute, Rocking, rolling, ramming, jamming all night long I'm a sixty-minute man.
Sixteen Tons
SIXTEEN TONS. Writer Merle Travis. . Some people say man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul" You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't git ya, then the left one will You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store.
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