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Mule Train

-Artist: Frankie Laine as sung on "Mairzy Doats 44 Wacky Hits"
-MCA Records MSD2-35180/GMD 80041
-peak Billboard position # 1 for 6
Mule Train

-Artist: Frankie Laine as sung on "Mairzy Doats 44 Wacky Hits"
-MCA Records MSD2-35180/GMD 80041
-peak Billboard position # 1 for 6
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Frankie takes the train and makes it home in time to catch the evening news,
Opening a can of beans he learns the world has turned without
by a misdemeanor
You may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster
You can never, never tell if the Law's
the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy

Shot with his own gun
mambo Rose and Rock alone. 
Frankie Rizzo and his Combo play on. 

Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall 
and when the bouquet
Down by the river where the big boats go by
Each day you could see them as evening was nigh
They planned to be married at the first sign of spring
the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy

Shot with his own gun
wall
He silently listened, tucked snug in his bed
To each bitter word they said

Now he and mom each have a room of their own
He sees dad
words I can say,
Me I telephone, to each his own
To each his own

I'm not a prude by any means,
But nudity upon the screens has reached a point
But now, nobody's takin' your candy
You just keep on livin' this tragedy

La la la la la la la
To each his own

But, I wait for you to take my
on earth, goodwill to men
Each to each the song repeating

Shepherds kneeling by His bed
Offer homage without measure
Wise men, by a bright star led
Bring Him
to strongarm, walkin timebombs
before I bomb firearm
The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster
He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
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
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
Some words uttered by a beggar
Struck a glancing blow
Frames form in his mind
Words form in his mouth
Call into this night
[chorus]
At each new
They say it's a man's world
Well, that cannot be denied
But what good's a man's world
Without a woman by his side
And so I will wait
Until that
a king
Without the power behind the throne
A prince is a pauper, babe
Without a chick to call his own
So please darling, choose me
I don't wanna rule alone
trapped in your own shame
The Hunter's always looking in the shadows waiting to pounce upon his prey
Should you give him more than a passing glance
Feel Temptation burn
Each earns his own Fate
Each one has a will to Live
Blind are the Eyes that Need
Looking through the Eyes of Greed
Eyes
don't like about you
[ Nat ]
Well it's been said many times that we are by ourselves and each man is on his own
[ Connie ]
I don't care that may be true I
Why can't a man stand alone?
Must he be burdened by all that he's taught to consider his own?
His skin and his station, his kin and his crown, his
Why can't a man stand alone?
Must he be burdened by all that he's taught to consider his own?
His skin and his station, his kin and his crown
His
Why can't a man stand alone?
Must he be burdened by all that he's taught to consider his own?
His skin and his station, his kin and his crown
His
Hidden to the naked eye
Poisoned by atrocities
Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil

An empty shell of his former self
A breathing corpse,