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JOAN BAEZ lyrics - Joan Baez In Concert

Pretty Boy Floyd

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Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge"
In the middle of a gun fight... In the center of a restaurant... They say, 'Come with your arms raised high!' Well, they're never gonna get me, And like a bullet through a flock of doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer! [Chorus] Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us, Well, I can't...well, I can! Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I kiss your lips again. They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost, My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?! Well, I miss my mom, Will they give me the chair or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare; Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen! [Chorus] To your room... What they ask of you Will make you want to say, 'So long...' Well, I don't remember, Why remember...YOU?! Do you have the keys to the hotel Goodbye string this motherfucker on fire (FIRE!!) Life is but a dream for the dead, And well I, I won't go down on myself, But I'll go down with my friends. Take it like a man Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!

The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

JIMMY BUFFETT "Coconut Telegraph"
He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone But his old lady's into modeling, She can't stay away from the phone Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes She says 'Down there there is nothing to do' Her goddamn phone never stops ringing He'll try the service in a day maybe two Well, he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground Making points with the stewardess climbing over Long Island Sound She's also spending some time on the island Too much city madness gives her the blues They make a date to go dancing and dining Seems neither has that much to lose The weather is here I wish you were beautiful My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play I feel together today Well now that was just the start of a well-deserved over due binge Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe His lawyers are calling his parents His girlfriend doesn't know what to think His partners are studying their options He's just singing and ordering drinks The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear life's easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful There's no place like home when it's this far away I don't care what they say He's going back to New York pack it up and let everyone know It was something that he should have done such a long time ago Still time to start a new life in the palm trees Billy Clyde wasn't insane And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt That the pleasure was worth all the pain The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear, life is easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful There's no place like home when it's this far away I need time for to play Time for to play

How Do I Feel

HOKU "Hoku"
I was free when we met You were eating a burito With a girl - some brunette At El Torosco's Then you smiled like you knew Someday we'd be together and together we were for awhile How do I feel ever since I walked away from you I miss you for real Everyday of my life How do I feel Now that it's over Well the thing that I miss the most Is missing you I was lost for a while Every place brought back a memory Of a kiss or a smile that you gave me Now it's changed Well I guess More and more I miss you Less and less Sometimes it's hard to let you go Sometimes You get trapped in a time of your life But you know it gets a little easier over time I miss the moody walks in the rain I miss the poetry, I miss the days I miss the sad songs I used to play But the one thing I miss the most Is missing you.

Thank God I A Country Boy

JOHN DENVER "An Evening With John Denver"
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play “Sally Goodin'” all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side Said, “Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy

For The Life Of Me

THE WALLFLOWERS "The Wallflowers"
Well, I know you find it hard to smile, To keep your happiness in style You pass in silence in the mornin' You know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me. And you look to be pretty nervous Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes. So hard to identify you, Just a loser in a loser's disguise. She don't back down, And she won't come around here Now there's all this talk about dying Well I don't get it, for the life of me. With your fingernails painted red And your eyes all ready to wed Decorated from head to toe Like a magician in a talent show. She don't back down, And she don't come around here. An' there's all this talk about dying, Well I don't get it, for the life of me. So you've smoked your last cigarette Burned coldly on a train from Tibet And broke your last bottle of wine And unraveled your last ball of twine. Well, she don't back down, She don't come around here Now there's all this talk about dying, Well I don't get it, for the life of me. She don't back down, She don't come around here Now there's all this talk about dying, Well I don't get it, for the life of me. Well, I know you find it hard to smile To keep your happiness in style You pass in silence in the mornin' You know you don't usually ignore me. Now there's all this talk about dying, Well, I don't get it, for the life of me.

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