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Proud Mary

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Left a good job in the city Working for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost a minute of sleep And I was worrying 'bout the way that things might have been. Big wheels keep on turning. Ohh the Proud Mary keeps on burning. Rolling rolling yeh, rolling on the river. Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis. Pumped a lot of chain? down in New Orleans. But I never saw the good side of the city 'til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. Big wheels keep on turning. Proud Mary keeps on burning. Rolling rolling yeh, rolling on the river say we're rolling, rolling, rolling on a river. If you come down to the river Betcha gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry if u got you got no money. People on the river are happy to give. Big wheels keep on turning. Proud Mary keeps on burning. Rolling rolling rolling on the river.

Proud Mary

JOHN FOGERTY "Wrote A Song For Everyone"
Left a good job in the city, Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. And we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Left a good job in the city, Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. And we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Well we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. And we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Well we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. And we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Well we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Yeah we Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river...

In Veronica's Head

RICK SPRINGFIELD "Karma"
(Springfield) He lifted her face up off the pillow and said, 'Baby such is life' And then he pushed his suitcase out through the door. 'It'll give 'em something to talk about.' The door slammed, left a scar. She'd be damned she could see her in his car. So much for marriage and the good, good wife Well, maybe it's a fact of life. But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning, Turning out of frustration, Veronica's bed mocked every private thing she said to the bastard. She dyed her hair black in the bathroom mirror He'd liked it blonde on his wife. An act of independence, a small victory. Hey, it was something to shout about Cause at night, she'd crack, She'd feel his strong fingers raking down her back. She'd wake up angry, but turned on like a light, Yeah baby it's a fact of life. But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning, turning out of frustration, Veronica said, she would never be the same. No. But in Veronica's head, the fields were burning Burning down the destruction. She turns around, he's there, confusing her with his promises, and crying on the telephone. She twists and she turns in circles, with all of her strength, she breaks free. She stumbles and she nearly falls. But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning, turning out of frustration. Veronica said she would never be the same. No. But in Veronica's head the fields were burning. Burning down the destruction. In Veronica's bed, she lies there listening late at night to her heartbeat. The wheels are turning. And in Veronica's head the fields are burning. The wheels are turning. The fields are burning.

Wheels On My Heels

ELVIS PRESLEY "Viva Las Vegas/Roustabout"
(Words music by Tepper - Bennett) Gotta do some livin', got the wanderlust Better clear the highway 'cause I'm gonna move some dust Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels And I gotta keep rollin', rolling along Lots of pretty dollies try to fence me in But I love 'em and leave 'em 'cause a tumbleweed's my kin Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels And I gotta keep rollin', rolling along Why do I keep movin', never settlin' down Can it be I'm looking for a dream I haven't found Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels And I gotta keep rollin', rolling along Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels And I gotta keep rollin', rolling along

Wheels

KANSAS
See the words appear on the wall There for every man who's standing tall This water's pure, the well is so deep The only treasure that a man can keep Miles to go, and I feel the weight Of these chains that I create As I climb to the top of the hill It draws me still And I can't look back The heart keeps on burning Oh, wheels, wheels, don't slow down My soul keeps on yearning Oh, wheels, wheels, roll me homeward bound I'm looking through the eyes of a child Like the innocent and unbeguiled From the east, and far to the west Soldiers conquer in a royal quest One by one, as the seasons change I press on in a world so strange As I climb to the top of the hill It draws me still And I won't look back The heart keeps on burning Oh, wheels, wheels, don't slow down My soul keeps on yearning Oh, wheels, wheels, roll me homeward bound We are marching in time To the reason and rhyme As the glory of youth starts to fade There's no burden to bear For a debt that is already paid The heart keeps on burning Oh, wheels, wheels, don't slow down My soul keeps on yearning Oh, wheels, wheels, roll me homeward bound ...

Trains

AL STEWART "Famous Last Words"
In the sapling years of the post war world In an English market town I do believe we travelled in schoolboy blue The cap upon the crown Books on knee Our faces pressed against the dusty railway carriage panes As all our lives went rolling on the clicking wheels of trains The school years passed like eternity And at last were left behind And it seemed the city was calling me To see what I might find Almost grown, I stood before horizons made of dreams I think I stole a kiss or two while rolling on the clicking wheels of trains Trains All our lives were a whistle stop affair No ties or chains Throwing words like fireworks in the air Not much remains A photograph in your memory Through the coloured lens of time All our lives were just a smudge of smoke against the sky The silver rails spread far and wide Through the nineteenth century Some straight and true, some serpentine From the cities to the sea And out of sight Of those who rode in style there worked the military mind On through the night to plot and chart the twisting paths of trains On the day they buried Jean Juarez World War One broke free Like an angry river overflowing Its banks impatiently While mile on mile The soldiers filled the railway stations arteries and veins I see them now go laughing on the clicking wheels of trains Trains Rolling off to the front Across the narrow Russian gauge Weeks turn into months And the enthusiasm wanes Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why All their lives are just a puff of smoke against the sky Then came surrender, then came the peace Then revolution out of the east Then came the crash, then came the tears Then came the thirties, the nightmare years Then came the same thing over again Mad as the moon That watches over the plain Oh, driven insane But oh what kind of trains are these That I never saw before Snatching up the refugees From the ghettoes of the war To stand confused With all their worldly goods, beneath the watching guard's disdain As young and old go rolling on the clicking wheels of trains And the driver only does this job With vodka in his coat And he turns around and he makes a sign With his hand across his throat For days on end Through sun and snow, the destination still remains the same For those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains Trains What became of the innocence They had in childhood games Painted red or blue When I was young they all had names Who'll remember the ones who only rode in them to die All their lives are just a smudge of smoke against the sky Now forty years have come and gone And I'm far away from there And I ride the Amtrak from NewYork City To Philadelphia And there's a man to bring you food and drink And sometimes passengers exchange A smile or two rolling on the humming wheels But I can't tell you if it's them Or if it's only me But I believe when they look outside They don't see what I see Over there Beyond the trees it seems that I can just make out the stained Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains Trains I suppose that there's nothing In this life remains the same Everything is governed By the losses and the gains Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why All our lives are just a smudge of smoke Or just a breath of wind against the sky

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