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walkin'
I can guess where your slippers at

It's midnight Cinderella
Time that you should know
There's gonna be some changes in the way this story goes
It's
new horizons to pursue 
(Both) I'll chase them any where there's time to spare 
(peter) let me share this whole new world with you 

ooh 
Aah
Now I make a living from a circuit I made
Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played
It might be the money or the town that it's in
But
married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

So I'll walk where I will over mountain
Every time you call, I'll be there to swab away the fears.
If you want me to stand by you, I'll be your defense.
You were on the phone in a heap
could be
But I said to Peter won't you follow me
We went upstairs downstairs inside and out

I just loved having Peter follow me about
He said "Hey
Saint Peter's Gate!

"Come with me" said that old man, as he took me by the hand
"There is someone here that you have seen before
In this room
and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the brilliant idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string 'em
married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

So I'll walk where I will over mountain
your recognition 

be in the ignition first gear 

I'm gone 

had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong 



Verse 1: Shaq  Peter
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
where he goes
Side by side when the sea billows roll
I'll be alright when the wind comes
I'll be alright when the waves come crashing
I'm not afraid
it out for you
For you
There will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you
But this feels so unnatural, Peter Gabriel too
you look around and wonder who you were fighting for

Still there is one thing that can't be denied
Reach out your hand he will walk by your side
The country side of heaven

On the country side of heaven
Someday that's where I'll be
Singing harmony with Jesus
And when you get there look for me
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Isle and Kawasaki? 

Wrote letters for clans, you never got at me 

You heard the block on your phone so I never call 

But I know one day I'll be
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
poem?
One more off key anthem
Let your teeth sink in
Remember me as I was not as I am
And I said "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"
I kept
could be
But I said to Peter won't you follow me
We went upstairs downstairs inside and out

I just loved having Peter follow me about
He said "Hey
Hey, Peter Pan
I'm going home now
I've done all I can
Besides I'm grown now
I'll think of you all painted with the night
You sit and watch from
Hey, Peter Pan
I'm going home now
I've done all I can
Besides I'm grown now
I'll think of you all painted with the night
You sit and watch from
Hey, Peter Pan
I'm going home now
I've done all I can
Besides I'm grown now
I'll think of you all painted with the night
You sit and watch from
Written by peter green.


Now, when I leave this town
Won't be - back no more
Yes, when I leave this town, mama
Won't be back no more
I've got
I'll march you out the door
Where you'll be contemplating 
The numbers one to four
I hope you're keeping score

'Cause if you don't say may I,