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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