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Delta Dawn -Artist: Helen Reddy from Helen Reddy's Greatest Hits : EMI ST 11467 -peak Billboard position # 1 for 1 week in 1973 -Words and Music by Alex Harvey and Larry Collins CHORUS Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was a-meetin' you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky-eye? She's forty-one and her daddy still calls 'er baby All the folks 'round Brownsville say she's crazy 'cause she walks downtown with her suitcase in her hand Lookin' for a mysterious dark-haired man In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on Then a man of low degree stood by her side Promised her he'd take her for his bride CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS

Better Days

POINT OF GRACE "Steady On"
It's a heart attack a minute In this life down here on earth We're all stranded right here in it Wondering what it's worth There are always threads of trouble In this tangled web we weave But tomorrow may just be ok See here's what I believe (Chorus) Better days are on the way my friend Just a ways on down the line I believe that just around the bend Everything's gonna be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days Well the storms won't stop descending And the rain won't cease to fall And there ain't no use pretending Cause it's bound to find us all Well it's easy to get hopeless And drive yourself insane But before you stop and set up shop In the middle of the pain Remember (Repeat Chorus) I know you've heard all the platitudes About attitudes and positive thinking But time just keep marching on So just hold, on this too will pass I know you'll see your face in a smile again (Repeat Chorus X 2) I believe in better days

Bendin' The Rules

Badlees "River Songs"
Pity my brother For how he's suffered me Through nameless towns And cold prairie For restless women At the end of the line Who tendered checks for A promise divine Cash as quick as vegas Like vegas in a dream I work this charismatic ruse For my brother's peace and being Sittin' tight in moline The money on the bed With every memory sharp to me And the fear of times ahead CHORUS Maybe the good book Came from the divine Or maybe it was written Just to keep us in line The mistakes of the sages Make the rules for the fools So father forgive me For bendin' the rules... Well, mister he improved some With the money I scammed Some days his light shines as bright As the light of the promised land Death was often something We freely would discuss When he was ten and I was twelve And the spectre would often brush In and out of treatments Since twenty months of age At eighteen the insurance No longer would maintain And my old man in the kitchen His hands upon his face Did weep to shake his very soul In the darkness of this place CHORUS Hold me Saint Christopher Over every county line Overlook my blasphemy For the sake of buying time Grant him days of laughter Bestow me clemency He sleeps soft in the back seat His freedom from ordeal To every ruddy youngster Off free in summer's fields And every young lass poised to claim Her share of what love yields To all the grieving angels And the litany of saints I am my brother's keeper To what end decides the fates CHORUS

Delta Dawn

BETTE MIDLER "The Divine Miss M"
She was forty-one and her daddy still called her baby. Everyone in Brownsville thinks she's crazy, 'cause she walks to the station with a suitcase in her hand. And she's looking for a mysterious dark-haired man. In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn. Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on. But a man of low degree stood by her side, and he promised he would take her for his bride. Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today to take you to his mansion in the sky Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today to take you to his mansion in the sky Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by Did I hear you say he was meeting you right here today He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky. Delta Dawn, oh, what is that flower that you've got on Could it be, could it be just a faded rose from one of those days gone by Well, did I her you say that he was gonna meet you right here, right here today He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky. To take you to his mansion in the sky. He's gonna take you, he's gonna take you. Oh, he's gonna take you and you and you and you. Oh, gonna take you, take you to that mansion. He's got to, gonna take you to that mansion. He's gonna take you and you and you and you, oh, you and you and you. Take you to his mansion in the sky. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Gonna take you. Oh, oh. He's gonna take you, gonna take you, he's gonna, he's gonna take you to that mansion, he's gonna take you and you and you, oh . . .

Back In The Day

Ahmad "Ahmad"
Chorus: repeat 4X Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Verse One: I remember (back in the days) When I just a little niggerole I looked up to my bigger bro Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls I could go taggin along Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985 all the way live, I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that Then he get mad and wanna scrap We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles And if they really had money raised be sportin BK's and, all the girls had they turkish link If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) Verse Two: I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87 '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup) But let me finish this reminescin and tellin Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then Think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) Verse Three: Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin down a steady job and crew steady mobbin you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A. That's where I stayed and figured a way out I gave it all I had so for what it's worth I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid and we finally did, but Sometimes I still sit there reminescin Think about the years I was raised, back in the days Chorus (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (and everybody say) (I remember way back when) (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day) Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days *talking* I got jacked for mines You sound like a white dude Hey I got jacked for mines! Aight, aight...

Hollywood

ALABAMA "Feels So Right"
Words and Music by Gary Stewart and Wayne Carson Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. But Hollywood ain't nothin' but glamor and lights to a blue-eyed blonde with stars in her eyes. Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. She's realizin' what it's all about from too many nights upon the casting couch. Chorus Hollywood: parties and thrills. The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vince. She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. But it's not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. Her biggest fan's the man. Tonight she'll give her all. The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood suicide. Chorus

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