Gray Beard

I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, try to get a date My boss says, "no dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Deep in December it's nice to remember Although you know the snow will follow. Deep in December it's nice to remember Without a hurt the heart is hollow. Deep in December it's nice to remember The fire of September that made you mellow. Deep in December our hearts should remember then follow.

Well since she put me down I've been out doin' in my head I come in late at night and in the mornin' I just lay in bed Well, Rhonda you look so fine (look so fine) And I know it wouldn't take much time For you to help me Rhonda Help me get her out of my heart

Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset! Swiftly fly the years, One season following another, Laden with happiness and tears...

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You made me cry when you said goodbye Ain't that a shame My tears fell like rain Ain't that a shame You're the one to blame

Forgot my six-string razor hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized Well I rang the information my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oriole Now it's a mighty long way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails 'n I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis

So very sorry for your loss. I would want a family member to be there in person to oversee the closing of accounts, deciding what to do with belongings, etc. If you don’t know of arrangements that were made by your father, then it seems like it could be suspicious. It could be that there isn’t much in the way of money or belongings, so you wouldn’t really have much to do. At some point wouldn’t a lawyer have to be involved?

I'm gonna tell you a story I'm gonna tell you about my town I'm gonna tell you a big fat story, baby Aw, it's all about my town Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles That's where you'll find me Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves Well I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you're my home

Yes I was! Class of 75

A fire at Westford Academy. Oh man. That’s my alma mater. It’s not a private school, it’s just what they call the high school in Westford, Mass. I think it was a private school many, many decades ago. A suburb of wealthy families. I doubt that my family could afford to live there today. I will guess that a spoiled rich kid is to blame for the fire.

Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on

It’s interesting that it’s called Hall of Fame, not Hall of Great Players. In my opinion, he’s famous, but he’s not great. I don’t think he should get in, but his fame may get him in anyway.

You can't get romantic on a subway line Conductor don't like it, says you're wastin' your time But everybody wants some I want some too Everybody wants some Baby, how 'bout you?

Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be there by four-thirty 'Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow

Told my girl we had to break upHoped that she would call my bluffThen she said to my surpriseBig girls don't cry

Let's get together, yeah yeah yeah Two is twice as nice as one Let's get together right away We'll be having twice the fun And you can always count on me A gruesome twosome we will be Let's get together, yeah yeah yeah!

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

She used to bring me my newspaper 'Cause she knew where it was at. She used to keep me so contented. But I can teach a dog to do that. I'm gonna buy me a dog, 'Cause I need a friend now I'm gonna buy me a dog, My girl, my girl, don't love me no how.

You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right

You're my baby, you're my pet We fell in love on the night we met You touched my hand, my heart went pop Ooh, when we kissed I could not stop You walked out of my dreams and into my arms Now you're my angel divine You're sixteen, you're beautiful and you're mine

It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game Nothing but a fool's game Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine

I must have blacked out just around then 'Cause the very next thing that I could see Was the light of the day again My stomach was full as it could be And nobody ever got around To finding Timothy

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