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a little boogaloo-shing-a-ling! Well, this really shook Harry up, I mean it blew his whole bit, you know, ruined his whole day So he run back to his cage
Harry's on the run, he's got good reason Since he bought a gun, he'll never sleep again Widow sleeps alone, she never shuts her window Mandy knows
I go out most nights Attracted by the lights Listen to the jazz in Harry's bar And I know it won't be long Before they play that song Do you
ermerica! Harry-as-a-boy: I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation! Harry: That's right!
weary come home Softly and tenderly calling Home, come on home So don't be afraid of the darkness And don't run away from the storm Stand up
the things you hide Oh, yeah Need leads the lines of Love in circles and angles Need runs deep like a Tunnel with a pendulum beat That touches
But in the real world right now You're weary, you're weak from the fight Hope is calling out loud Your freedom is waiting Run into the light Leaving
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Neon lights are flashing as the tyrants raise their swords Sounds of metal crashing the avenue overlords Kings of black
with mine. Just don't go chasing for it all. 'cause you can't get by with you weary thoughts. Don't be blue. Sad to blue. Keep your ming free from
Highway men Come what name in Who run and fight Here's your drink Time to think Soon you'll wandering away your fears There's somethin' grand coming
I lift my eyes to see Your face I know my help is in Your Name In everything Held by hands Of mercy And I will run and not grow weary I will
what name in Who run and fight Here's your drink Time to think Soon you'll wandering away your fears There's somethin' grand coming Cool strumming
what you’ve done Tied up in plastic, and there’s nowhere to run
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] We're on the prowl and our claws are bared There is no holding back so you'd better beware My sights are homing in, I feel
dive into You In for all my days In Your shadow I will remain Oh I could stay here forever And by Your side I know You won't shy away I am never
made those eyes I kept buyin' china Until the crowd got wise! Incidentally . . . If you should run into a shower Just step inside my cottage
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] With the curse of death he stands In the darkness cold and black Looking over the lands preparing his attack Hunger
And you know it's time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Across the fields of mourning Light in the distance And you hunger for the time
to bend And she said, "How are you Harry? Haven't we played this scene before?" I said "It's so good to see you, Sue Had to play it out just once more"
its skies can you divide) Did you create the eyes that give you sight? And though you feel like you are slain by fires you've come through Your
Traditional, arranged By Arlo Guthrie Come all you old time cowboys And listen to my song Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long
not even trying, it won't be the same And I'll run from you, oh, in the morning time I know you'll need me when the sun comes softly You'll want me by
a guiding light For our God is a refuge Where the weary can run and hide In times of trouble He'll be the calm in the midst of the storm 'Till it passes
Harry was a bus driver He was a very forthright man He'd run down the road, right over a dog Before he'd change his path And then he met lovely
Through windows by my bed Miles away I rest my weary head Next to you No coldness in my eye Cut the skin and take my sorry hide Cover you Make