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REBA MCENTIRE lyrics - Sweet Sixteen

Am I The Only One Who Cares

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(Don Schlitz,Reba McEntire) Jamie turned 13 tonight But she didn't blow out the birthday lights Jamie and her momma had another big fight She locked herself in her room She climbed up on her windowsill Sat and stared at the cars on the street And listened to her own heart beat And whispered to the moon Am I the only one who cares what I do Cause if I'm the only one then who can I turn to Oh moon can you tell me that it's not just me and you Or am I the only one who cares what I do The moon said Jamie can't you hear yourself You're acting like there ain't nobody else Come on girl take a big ole breath You know what you gotta do There's one more thing before I go A woman's been standing at the window below Searching for the words to let you know How much she loves you too And you're not the only one who cares what you do And I'm not the only one that you can turn to Now Jamie please believe me It's not just me and you And I'm not the only one who cares She cares too Jamie heard her mama Softly knocking at her door The moon just smiled and whispered You all don't need me anymore I'm not the only one who cares what you do And I'm not the only one you can tell your troubles to I've done the best I can Now the rest is up to you And I'm not the only one who cares You both care too You both care too

Up An Waun Them A Jamie

Burns Robert
Up an Waun Them a' Jamie (Robert Burns) The Laddies by the banks o Nith Wad trust his Grace wi a' Jamie; But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King- Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie. ch. Up and waun them a'Jamie, Up and waun them a'! The Johnstones hae the guidin o't: Ye turncoat Whigs, awa! The day he stude his eountry's friend, Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie, Or frae puir man a blessin wan- That day the Duke ne'er saw, Jamie. But wha is he, his country's boast? Like him there is na twa, Jamie! There's no a callant tents the kye, But kens o Westerha', Jamie. To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk- Lang may his whistle blae, Jamie! And Maxwell true, o sterling blue; And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie. second version - As I cam doon the banks o' Nith And by Glenriddell's ha', man, There I heard a piper play Turn-coat Whigs awa; man. Drumlanrig's towers hae tint the powers That kept the lands in awe, man: The eagle's dead, and in his stead We've gotten a hoodie-craw, man. The turn-coat Duke his King forsook,, When his back was at the wa', man: The rattan ran wi'a'his clan For fear the house should fa', man. The lads about the banks o' Nith, They trust his Grace for a', man: But he'll sair them as he sair't his King, Turn tail and rin awa, man. tune:Up and waur them a', Willie (212) filename[ UPWAUN play.exe UPWAUN ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

The American Dream

CHICAGO "Chicago XIV"
How many times have you told us: Rome wasn't built in a day; We can believe in the White House; Everything's cool, go away ? Capitol Hill, is gonna crumble, Falling apart at the seams. We're mighty tired of seeing you stumble; You're crushing the American dream. How many cries will convince you People are going insane? Though you keep preaching of freedom, All of your talk is in vain. Who in the world can we turn to? Who can we truly believe? Who really cares what we've gone through? Who understands? Who gives a damn what we need? Maybe there's hope for the future; Hope for the red, white and blue; Long as we trust in each other, There's so much more we can do. Who in the world can we turn to? Who can we truly believe Who understands what we've gone through? (Who really cares what we need?) Who really cares what we need? (Who gives a damn what we need?) Who gives a damn what we need? How can you say what you want to say? How can you be what you want to be?

Survival

AMERICA "Alibi"
I'll survive you, I will survive you Well, it's too late, I know, to change the way we go From this day on I want to stay on Now that I've started learning And the tides started turning Well, it's here I want to stay I'll let the moon announce my arrival To every eye that cares to see Just working on the art of survival Where do we go from here, where do we go from here I'm alive here, I can survive dear Though the weather might change From the wind to the rain Well, my heart remains the same I'll let the moon announce my arrival To every eye that cares to see Just working on the art of survival Where do we go from here, where do we go from here Looked out on a sea of trouble And I tried to stall for awhile It's so hard to answer every question And it's hard to protect your heart anymore I'll let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive) To every eye that cares to see Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder) Where do we go from here I'll let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive) To every eye that cares to see Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder) Where do we go from here I'll let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive) To every eye that cares to see Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder) Where do we go from here ...

People

End
People, people, everywhere, and all their brains did shrink, people, people, everywhere, and not one did think. Having fun and playing games, and makinjg noise and losing face, and reading crap and living and doing work and talking, and going but not really living. And no one cares or thinks, or knows but say they do, and think they do and want to. And little kids parade by and people say Oh how cute and the kids don't know and they really don't care, and they are trying to be older while everyone else wants to be younger. Richard Simmons is on tv, and people laugh and say how I hate him but when everybody likes it they do too. And everyone looks the same, but says they're different, but want to fit in and wish everybody liked them but say they don't care so that everybody will. They get in and wait for their germs and pay their parents' money to buy things their parents wouldn't want them eating. Then they say this isn't worth it but they stay anyway even when they could be improving the world but sit and talk and say nothing and no one cares except them what they think. Then they get out and say I'm glad that's over but then they come back to visit because it was the most fun they ever had except it's what you make of it and so they decide to make it the most fun they ever had so they can grow up saying why isn't my life like that? and then they realize you turn into your parents.

No Churchman Am I

Burns Robert
No Churchman am I (Robert Burns) I No Churchman am I for to rail and to write, No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight, No sly Man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care. II The Peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the Peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. III Here passes the Squire on his brother-his horse; There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse; But see you the Crown how it waves in the air, There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. IV The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; For sweet consolation to church I did fly; I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. V I once was persuaded a venture to make; A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck; But the pursy old landlord just waddl'd up stairs With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. VI Life's cares they are comforts, a maxim laid down By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And faith I agree with the old prig to a hair; For a big-belly'd bottle's a heaven o care. A Stanza added in a Masonic Lodge: Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, And honours masonic prepare for to throw; May every true brother of th' compass and square Have a big belly'd bottle when harassd with care. In III, the crown refers to a tavern sign in Mauchline, sporting the motto of Sir J Whiteford's arms, D'en Haut . In VI, opening quote from Young's Night Thoughts. Tune: Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27) filename[ BIGBOTLE ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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