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A Woman's Needs -- Tammy Wynette and Elton John Where have you been are you still on my side Is that love or regret that I see in your eyes How many years have we played out this game Every time we come close the answer's always the same I guess some souls get restless under the skin There's a shortage by half of marrying men You know that I love you but I love to be free So tell me what do you want, yeah, from a gypsy like me? I need a ring on my finger, champagne on ice One man to show me the best part of life Is that what you want? Yeah, that's what I need A home and a family makes sense for us A solid foundation built out of trust Do you think you can find that with someone like me? Two arms to hold you, one place to be Are just some of the things that a woman needs I've been shortchanged and cheated so many times But you're all that I've wanted For all of my life I've searched for the reasons, known how I've felt But what can I give you when I can't trust myself? I need a ring on my finger, champagne on ice One man to show me the best part of life Is that what you want? Yeah, that's what I need A home and a family makes sense for us A solid foundation built out of trust Do you think you can find that with someone like me? Two arms to hold you, one place to be Are just some of the things that a woman needs. Two arms to hold you, one place to be Are just some of the things that a woman needs. Two arms to hold you, one place to be Are just some of the things that a woman needs... ~Theo~ :winky::heartbeat::listening::bouquet: |
Eddie Kendricks - Girl, You Need A Change of Mind
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I'm weary, just weary of all of the sad news and panic around me these days....
A Little Good News -- Anne Murray I rolled out this morning...kids had the morning news show on Bryant Gumbel was talking about the fighting in Lebanon Some senator was squawking about the bad economy It's gonna get worse you see we need a change in policy There's a local paper rolled up in a rubber band One more sad story's one more than I can stand Just once, how I'd like to see the headline say Not much to print today can't find nothing bad to say Because... Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town Nobody OD'd, nobody burned a single building down Nobody fired a shot in anger...nobody had to die in vain We sure could use a little good news today I'll come home this evening...I'll bet that the news will be the same Somebody takes a hostage...somebody steals a plane How I wanna hear the anchor man talk about a county fair And how we cleaned up the air...how everybody learned to care Whoa, tell me... Nobody was assassinated in the whole Third World today And in the streets of Ireland all the children had to do was play And everybody loves everybody in the good old USA We sure could use a little good news today Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town Nobody OD'd, nobody burned a single building down Nobody fired a shot in anger...nobody had to die in vain We sure could use a little good news today :heartbeat: Everyone, please stay safe. You, my community, are loved. :heartbeat: ~Theo~ :winky::heartbeat::listening::bouquet: |
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The Last Cowboy Song -- The Highwaymen (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990) This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas And rode with the 7th when Custer went down This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louis Lamour has told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail The old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs They roll by his markings and don't even notice Like livin' and dyin' was all he ever did This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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