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Doobie Brothers Stampede

Tom johnston It's late at night Can't go to sleep Eyes open wide Doin' the midnight creep Well it's just a holiday For a circus dream 'cause I'm a music

Tom johnston Mama been workin', so hard Keep on workin' mama but you don't get far But baby I know, baby you're blind And I'll keep a-risin' mama, just

There's a change been comin' over you Well you burn back baby now what can I do And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin' It ain't worth

Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound I was a boy raised

There's a change been comin' over you; well, you burn back, baby, now what can I do? And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin'; it ain

It's late at night, can't go to sleep; eyes open wide, you're doin' your midnight creep, yeah. Well it's a holiday for a circus dream, 'cause I'm a music

The sky is fallin' and the ground is reachin' up; the river's goin' by and the water's gettin' high and I feel like givin' up. Standin' in the downpour

She can capture your heart when they start the music playin'; sparkle in her eyes, you better be wise, or you will end up losin' your mind. I said,

Sittin' by myself in the summertime when the heat is burnin' down, watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound. I was a boy raised