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Kingston Trio lyrics - An Evening with the Kingston Trio

Goin' Away For To Leave You

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John Phillips Chorus: Well, I'm goin' away for to leave you. Might not come back any more (more, more) If I never more see your face again, then it's honey on that far distant, distant shore. Honey on that far distant shore. Well, now, I'm goin' down to New Orleans, just to ride on the river boat. Gotta keep bailin' all night long just to keep the darn boat afloat. (Chorus) Here is where I was born and raised, where the cold, cold North wind blows. But I'm goin' back to old Tennessee where my good gal only knows. (Chorus) Keep a light in your window. Keep it burnin' bright. Someday I'm gonna come a-knockin' at your door. Baby, I'll treat you right. (Chorus)

Icy Blue Heart

JOHN HIATT "Slow Turning"
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes She sat on a stool, he said, What do you want? She said, Give me a love that don't freeze up inside. He said, I have melted some hearts in my time dear But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here Askin' myself if I've got what it takes. CHORUS: To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears These days we all play cool, calm and collected Why, our lips could turn blue just shooting the breeze But under the frost, well, he thought he detected A warm blush of red and a touch of her knee He said, Girl, you're a beauty like I've never witnessed And I've seen the Northern Lights dance in the air But I've felt the cold that can follow the first kiss And there's not enough heat in the fires burning there. CHORUS

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Grocery Blues

words and music by Arlo Guthrie I went down to the grocery store To get in I had to pay a dime or more I hadn't yet begun to start When I had to pay the rent On the shopping cart CHORUS Deedle lee dum, deedle lee dum Deedle lee dum de dum dum Well I let the kids loose on the floor And they ran round for a while or more Till the manager with the broken smile Said it's a dollar down and a quarter an aisle CHORUS I was down in the freezer upon my knees Somebody was yelling that the price got freezed There was a rioting mob, a strangling hold I received the bill for the escaping cold CHORUS It was about this time that I was goin' insane I went and picked the kids up in the other lane Put back the food and ran out of the store I ain't goin' back to that place no more CHORUS Well I'm tellin the truth now, I don't fib I don't mind no women's lib But if my woman don't want To go down to the store The family ain't gonna eat no more CHORUS

Where R U Going?

GRITS "Dichomtomy A"
Bonafide: yo you wanna know why we do this we keep speakin these verses in purpose of breakin curses with persicutional surface keep tryin to put us in hearses it seems even the churches been blinded for recognizin our talent its part of the plans of God reachin man understand so many searchin, understand so many hurtin flirtin with death , and slowly closin the curtain on hope to find a better way, a brighter light and darker days strike the spark to start, and burn a bluer blaze maybe we missed it but um, what if we didnt these drums maybe the difference is needed for when it sums so i dedicated my body to be the sacrifice livin and the beat it copywrite writen to raise dead and the course read led by be sweat which is to be the beacon they seakin, when somethin has gotta give so eternal existance is not a tellital mistant but a reality of faith, believin in He, recievin through me Chorus: call and ill be there talkin to you now we do, to believe in me to we be easily where are you goin, goin call and i'll be there talkin to you now we do, to believe in me to we be easily where are you goin Coffee: happiness is my acomplice part of myself, up outa this rut without a map or compass doin good is so presumtius its one of my many functions i got the skinny anyone of yall walkin awlful prenny thats why i speak so gently help out like Farnsworth Bently just do my part and put my heart and whole, though trials may tempt me play full of the emotions pinley speak through my actions lately problems is stackin baby control the freak in me secretly thats whats crackin baby and you dont have to hate me, or under rate what i do conviction with diction i choose to use expressin my view tell me whose land we on (oh) and get a gander of the man and conversate when and whose gate we landed on attackin my defenses so relentless knock me senseless and i woke to those ones faces and the traces of repentance baby gotcha smellin the gunsmoke smoke i avoke profusley and loosly envoke the one quote Chorus

Keep You

APARTMENT 26 "Hallucinating"
Keep You What if it's truthful? Well then that is nothing What if it's harmless? Well then that is nothing What if it's nothing? Well then that is something I think I'm onto something that I can't find I can't find peace in this I don't think. I don't mind. Suck me down, down deeper Break me down, down deeper Search for more, keep trying All around, keep trying Now I'm lost Chorus: On my own I could save you All I hope is that I keep you Thought you were flying when you were failing I just see you crying, but I'm better rejoicing I can't live lives like these You won't win games like these Leaving me (my body) fly away Chorus Is that I keep you (2x) Where am I at? I won't fake it. Just an act. I can't fake it. All a fake. I'm not here. What a shame, I'm not real Pointed out; not really; masquerade (Repeat) Chorus

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