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Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four-star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team
 
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Show me the way 
To the next whisky bar 
Oh, don't ask why 
Oh, don't ask why 
 
For if we don't find 
The next whisky bar 
I tell you we must die 
I tell you we must die 
I tell you, I tell you 
I tell you we must die o
 
Oh, moon of Alabama 
We now must say goodbye 
We've lost our good old mama 
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
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There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
 
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Then slowly turn away from me
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It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound
Of an angel
 
New York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me
Angel
 
Soul love, this love won't let me go
So long, angel of Harlem
 
Birdland on fifty three
The street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles, and she's got to be an angel
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Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quarts of beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n' over
Became a symphony
We would play it again 'n' again 'n' again
'Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!

 

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One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen slowly dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
"Feed your head, feed your head"

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Like mighty oak trees
they line a shaded well worn path
they’re the souls that have walked beside me
and I can see that looking back
friends that stood by me
right up to the last
like mighty oak trees, that help me walk this well worn path.

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Glory Hallelujah
I raise my glass up to you
And I bow my head with utmost respect
But I think it's only fair to warn you
That there's a storm that's coming up on you
And like the wind and the rain
My words are direct
 
They're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing
Yeah they're gonna hang you from the cypress tree
Tell me now do you believe?
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I met her on the mountain, there I took her life
Met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife

 

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

 

This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee

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[Murder Ballads!  I love murder ballads, got them in my head a mile long!]

 

Easy, let's start simple:

 

 

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Alright.
I'm goin down to shoot my old lady

You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man...

 

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Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
I wish I had you to talk to
If a man ever needed dyin', he did
No one had the right to say what he said about you
And it's so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law's a comin'
I'm gettin' so tired of runnin'

 

Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
I wish I had you to talk to

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***** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"

That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my ***** slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
***** with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million mutha*****as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah

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I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy

 

All around in my home town
They're trying to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy
For the life of a deputy, but I say

 

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense

 

Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what I don't know
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows"
He said, "Kill it before it grows", I say

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Work so hard I couldn't unwind
Get some money saved
Abuse my love a thousand times
However hard I tried
Heartbreaker, your time has come
Can't take your evil way
Go away heartbreaker

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