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Music to make to your old lady by
Barry white used to work
Shoot, even Abba used to work the way i was doin' my thing
But man, you put
As the sun shone down so early.

And as she washed, as she wrung,
She hung them out on the hazel wand,
She hung them out on the hazel wand,
And by there
the white man's place

It was early in the spring when the snow had disappeared
They came down with a bag of skins
In the fall of the year of 1910
Daddy
The sweetest little thing I ever knew

I never will forget the early years
The way we shared the laughter and the tears
And our first precious kiss
Oh, how
[Verse 1]
Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
He was white knuckling a diamond ring
And fumbling for the dome light
Sherry Lynn knows somethings up
Well she seemed alright by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But daddy
Early early in the game 
I taught myself to sing and play 
And use a little trickery 
On kids who never favored me 
Those were years of crinoline
and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we
and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung
Our words were told and our songs were sung
We longed for nothin'
for breakfast who's gonna scold
You've got your early hours dulled by the cigarettes you rolled
Second shift as a fry cook that's your holiday in
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact
Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak.
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
years
Once so green and great that it reached 
All over the Eriador
Huge tracts of lost lands
Beleriand covered by this great vast forest

Creatures
I never get busted and have to pay some fines 
For havin' a, secret garden, like Barry White 
I must not tell anyone and keep my lips sealed tight
as "diabolical man"
Well I got diabolical beats, raggedy clothes
And aw hell, I'm even wearing diabolical drawers
I'm not white as Barry 'cause I'm dirtier than
understanding
Of the man I have to be 
To capture woman Extraordinary
To the ordinary 
Larry,Dick,Joe,and Barry weary
And what life is his planetary book
Easy can
the El Camino
I'm white like Barry
Not brown like Nino
Dirt Nasty
Don't ask me what's Neato
While I'm shittin on the track
Like Waka Flocka Seagull
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where
wearing white and robins egg blue, Her grandmother's dress
When I left home early this year, how I wound up here is anyone's guess
When the new sites grow
Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak.
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But
Independence Day

By the dawn's early light
We'll make a toast to party the most

On the 4th of July
The party never ends
On the 4th of July
We've got
to uphold. 
(Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) 
or so we're told

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, 
So many
playing, and even the noon whistle was blowing, early.

He stood and watched proudly as She passed by. The sunlight catching the flash of crimson and white