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AMANDA SOMERVILLE lyrics - In The Beginning There Was...

I Miss America

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I think I rather be in New York City Where at least the cabbies notice you (Even if it’s only half the time) I think I rather be in California Where no one notices anyone (It’s OK since it’s the norm) But I miss America.. I think I’d rather be in Delhi, India Maybe I’d look good in a saari (And the people seem so nice) I think I’d be Australia I’d just wear lots of sun-creen (No ozone? Hey, at least it’s peaceful, but..) I miss America (I watch the news and think it’s missing me) I miss America (I only get what’s “As seen on TV”) I miss America I miss America.. I think I’d rather be in Pensacola Even in the Florida hurricanes (You’re safe with the Presbyterians there) I think I’d rather be in Ponca City “Oklahoma is OK!” (Besides, I know someone from there) I think I’d rather be in Venice,Italy They’re cleaning the canals there (Even though they’re sinking in the lagoon) I think I’d rather be in South Africa Maybe join the Green Peace (And meet Nelson Mandela, but..) I miss America (I watch the news and think it’s missing me) I miss America (I only get what’s “As seen on TV”) I miss America I miss America.. I look around and I watch the sun go down Over Wolfsburg And still I can’t find one good thing About Wolfsburg.. I miss… America I miss America… (I think I’d rather be in NYC) I miss America… (I think I’d rather be in CA) I miss America.. (Or, FL, even Flint, MI, Paula,s Bethlehem..) I miss America (Anywhere but here) I miss America… I miss America… I miss America…

Lickin Stick

JAMES BROWN
Living in America James Brown Music Lyrics : C. Midnight - D. Hartman Notes : From the movie Rocky IV Yeah, uh! Get up, now! Ow! Knock out this! Super highways, coast to coast, easy to get anywhere On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel How does it feel When there's no destination - that's too far And somewhere on the way, you might find out who you are Chorus: Living in America - eye to eye, station to station Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation Living in America - got to have a celebration Rock my soul Smokestack, fatback, many miles of railroad track All night radio, keep on runnin' through your rock 'n' roll soul All night diners keep you awake, hey, on black coffee and a hard roll You might have to walk the fine line, you might take the hard line But everybody's working overtime (chorus) I live in America, help me out, but I live in America, wait a minute You might not be looking for the promised land, but you might find it anyway Under one of those old familiar names Like New Orleans (New Orleans), Detroit City (Detroit City), Dallas (Dallas) Pittsburg P.A. (Pittsburg P.A.), New York City (New York City) Kansas City (Kansas City), Atlanta (Atlanta), Chicago and L.A. Living in America - hit me Living in America - yeah, I walk in and out Living in America I live in America - state lines, gonna make the prime, that I live in America - hey, I know what it means, I Living in America - Eddie Murphy, eat your heart out Living in America - hit me, I said now, eye to eye, station to station Living in America - so nice, with your bare self Living in America - I feel good!

City Of New Orleans

ARLO GUTHRIE "Hobo's Lullaby"
Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey, the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no name, and freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America, how are you Said don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealing card games, with the old men in the club car Penny a point ain't no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels, rumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpets, made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep, are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning America, how are you Said don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem, to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain This train got the disappearing railroad blues Good night America, how are you Said don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

City Of New Orleans

JOHN DENVER "Aerie"
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Poems, Prayers and Promises album, is also available on The Country Roads Collection album and has also been rerecorded on All Aboard! album. Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinios Central, Monday morning rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail All along a southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing trains that have no name Freight yards full of old black men The graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me I'm your native son? I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealing cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels a rumbling 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep Rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home and we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his song again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearing railroad blues Singing good morning America, how are you? Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Words and Music by Steve Goodman

America

JEWEL "0304"
Walkin' 2 the corner of Main Street, USA Look at the good people, hear what they gotta say-uh-huh All right See a sexy girl with her long black hair See a preacher man sporting Abercrombie wear-uh-huh All right Walk into a corner store A man says, "This is what I'm fighting for" [CHORUS] We are living in America We're giving in America We're tripping in America Everywhere I go, seems like Bush is on TV We shed blood in the name of liberty-uh-huh All right The circus tents are dead, but the sideshow is doing well The Osbournes and Anna Nicole are too freaky 2 tell-uh-huh All right Take the bad with the good I wanna change it, but I wouldn't leave it if I could We are trying in America We're spying in America Getting high in America We are laughing in America We're crying in America We're dying in America We are trucking in America We are f**king in America We are lucky in America We are breaking ground in America Just another town in America We are breaking down in America Take the bad with the good I wanna change it, but I wouldn't leave it if I could [CHORUS] We are trying in America We're spying in America We're getting high in America We are getting tan in America We love Spam in America Polanski's banned from America 10 million served in America Have u heard in America? We're crying in America We're laughing in America We're living in America

American Lady

SUZI QUATRO "Aggro-Phobia"
American lady Good old american child American lady Good old american child I've been around every single town - london to tokyo I've seen the world from inside out And what i want to know Whare did all those good times go Where can we play our rock 'n' roll I am going home again Stateside is where i'm bound American lady Good old american child American lady Your arms are open so wide I want you - america I need you - america I miss - america Left to find a golden rainbow I flew across the sea We would play staccato ballads My band of boys and me Now i've got everything i wanted But there's one thing more I hear them calling me And i'm coming home American lady Good old american child I hear you calling wildly And i'm coming home Home to - america I need you - america I miss - america I want you - america I need you - america I miss - america I want you - america I need you - america I miss - america I want you - america I need you - america I miss - america I want you - america I need you - america I miss - america

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