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a secret.
One little fart and they called me "stinky" for three year. Oh!
Goodbye Twelve, goodbye Thirteen. Hello Love.
Robert Goulet, Robert Goulet, my
When Johnny comes
Marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
An' it
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
It's just
The shutters are cracked and dry now,
And the roof lets the rain seep in;
The old four walls are ready to fall,
And the sign reads, "This House
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...

Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...

Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
and fear

And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...
Boys and girls like you and me
and fear

And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...
Boys and girls like you and me
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
He's coming by bus or underground, hurah tada
The world no doubt will shed a tear to see his face
on the wind I was thrown to the stars
Captured and ordered in the army of Mars
Marching to the sound of the drum in my head
I followed the call

Only to be
crumbling down
Oo-oo
Tobacco's turning
There's a fire in Richmond Town

We raised our rifles
In the backwoods of Tennessee
We been marching a thousand
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do.
Bravely marching forward two by two...

Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
kill me
Just put my remains in a cheap box and grill me
My pension and dole are there in the wardrobe
My air cushioned soul and my Blue Circle overcoat
me at sea the pollution might kill me
Just put my remains in a cheap box and grill me
My pension and dole are there in the wardrobe
My air cushioned
Blue girls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise
They got pretty blue eyes
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks
Blue girls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise
They got pretty blue eyes
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
Lili Marlene

When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again,
Blue girls come in every size 
Some are wise and some otherwise, 
They got pretty blue eyes. 
For an hour a man may change 
For an hour her face
Marlene

When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again, my pack
hoo

Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue
headed to D.C. two by twos 
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues 

Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known 
But the politicians
Lili Marlene

When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again,
a lock of golden hair
Surely tomorrow, you'll feel blue
But then will come a love that's new
For you, lili marleen
For you, lili marleen

when we are