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[Instrumental]
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, no, don't ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the next whiskey
Everything you said was true Everything you did was you Everything I started with her Ended on an oily stage where I wrote elegiac stanzas for you I hope
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Thank you very much, very, very much It's been a pleasure playing for you, you were hot Yeah you were, you
stay strong, carry it on Hey, Mama's on stage, on stage Mama's always on stage Mama's always on stage Mama's on stage Mama's always on stage Here we
A burning bridge staging a traffic jam Intention stained upon expression Eyes the sky's darkest clouds Constipated mountains of condensation At the start
??? when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu And rounded up a hundred thugs that??? blaze y???ll too Chorus: Lord Tariq Now from the streets to da stage From
For those under the clouds Staring up in awesome wonder As tears come slowly down I'm reaching up a needful hand And You are my eyes when I cannot see
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
I am a citizen of the planet I was born here I'm going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it, I do believe it's true Well, it's a light and tumble journey From the East side to the
In my little town I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall my little
Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old
Chorus: Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away Whoah and I know a man, he came from
Time, time, time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And the
Hey, schoolgirl in the second row The teacher's lookin' over So I got to whisper way down low To say, "Who bop a loo chi bop, let's meet after school
Many?s the time I?ve been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I?m alright, I?m alright,