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You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there (I'll be there)

 

I'll reach out my hand to you
I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there (I'll be there)

Posted

This is our fork in the road
Love's last episode
There's nowhere to go, oh no
You made your choice
Now it's up to me
To bow out gracefully
Though you hold the key, but baby


Whenever you call me, I'll be there
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be around

Posted

… Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes

 

… Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

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These are days you'll remember
When may is rushing over you with desire
To be part of the miracles you see in every hour

You'll know it's true, that you, that you are blessed and lucky
It's true, that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

Posted

We walked on the beach beside that old hotel
They're tearing it down now, but it's just as well
I haven't shown you everything a man can do
So stay with me baby, I've got plans for you

 

This is the time to remember
'Cause it will not last forever
These are the days to hold on to
'Cause we won't, although we'll want to

Posted

And then Lord Donald he took his wife
And he sat her on his knee
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us
Matty Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife
Never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
Than you or your finery"

Posted

It was October in St. Louis town

When we heard that the Freebird had fell to the ground 

And we all said a prayer, before we went down, to play 

And Ronnie, my buddy, above all the rest

I miss you the most, and I loved you the best

And now that you're gone, I thank God I was blessed, just to know you 

Posted

Take me home tonight
I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light
Take me home tonight
Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang
Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Posted

Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you (even when I dream)
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

Posted

20, 20, 24 hours to go 

wanna be sedated 

Nothin' to do, nowhere to go, oh

wanna be sedated 

Just get me to the airport 

Put me on a plane 

Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane 

I can't control my fingers 

I can't control my brain 

Oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh 

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So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Posted

I fly a starship
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again...

Posted

There is nothing that is wrong
In wanting you to stay here with me
I know you've got somewhere to go
But won't you make yourself at home and stay with me?
And don't you ever leave

 

Lay down, Sally, and rest here in my arms
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon
I've been trying all night long just to talk to you

Posted

Somewhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee
Down in Nashville town I met a pretty
Who made a pretty big fool out of me

And they call her Sally, Sally G
Why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sally, Sally G
Took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G

Posted

Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred 'n' twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight
If one of the kids will
Because it's custom made for any mothers son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville

Posted

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues
Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

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