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Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time [Clean] (LL Cool J) · G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time (LL Cool J) · G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time (LL Cool J) · Having a Good Time with Huey "Piano" Smith & His Clowns (Huey "Piano" Smith) · G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time [Import Bonus Tracks] (LL Cool J) · G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time [Japan Bonus Track] (LL Cool J) · Time Time Time: The Complete UK Singles (And More) 1965-1967 (The Knack) · Dark Triumph: The Life of Victoria Lancaster Smith (Cecilia Smith) – and 90 other albums »


My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out

Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
F#m
And it starts to bend
        G              A
Until by the end its a nightmare

Bm           E     A           F#m
I'm gonna give all I've
chance by the auld kirk or on Hunter Street
On the way to the Adam Smith hall

Walking home late by Kirkcaldy's sea wall
The sea looks so big, the sky
Bessie was more than a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Well many years has since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
to wallow yeah
G g g see d
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah - yeah eah
F g f g f g see d a
Eah --- huh
(modulates to a)
A f#m
I want to burn baby (six times)
A f#m d e
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Many years have since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
C#m                 F#m
And sends them on their way
A6                E
Time has been her pay
    G#7               C#m
And time will have to tell
C#m                 F#m
And sends them on their way
A6                E
Time has been her pay
    G#7               C#m
And time will have to tell
Haulin', I'm haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill
 
Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
No one on the road
here tonight and you always by my side

[Repeat x2]
No time to waste and so many things to break
AM FM sounds should tear some fences down
Oh-a-oh
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
Shannon waters tears of joy that flow,
              Bm          F#m
          The beauty that surrounds you,
            Em7             G
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
A
There comes a time when we must sip the wine

I can tell by lookin ... that you're not mine girl
I believe everything I told you was true
There's a child
Well there's that man, he's got everything that he needs
And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
He goes by jones in istanbul and smith in
* versions on "Greatest Hits" differ from the original recordings 
{helicopter flies overhead} 
[Parrish Smith] 
Yeah time to put it down E 
Time
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

[Parrish Smith]
Hey yothe rhymes I recite, airtight,
********************
Well its high noon at the U.K. corral,
& its high time I got myself back on the rails,
I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin across
in conversation whispered in a hush
F#
Though I'm frightened by the word
G#
I think it's time I made it heard

Chorus:
C# f# c# g#
No more empty
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, epmd and das efx, time to flex
Like funkmaster, back to business in your tape deck
Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded
frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets
A C D A
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A
And see if you remember the struggles of before,
F#m D E
When you were standing
and over again
It's about time that we turned off the radio

We'll listen to be-sides and sing-along to anthems of the years gone by
Integrity