Lyrics:
Sitting all on her own
Sits a little lady by the name of joan
Joan is there to help you
If you need a hand
But only for a price you understand
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Tell me when you see them
Gathered at the shore
Dancing on their broken chains
Ah, the ladies are no more
In their
was never so free
Life was never so free
In the night, by the light
She took the wheel and crashed a lot
Golden hair, a metal frame
Not hers, I don't
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The moon is low on the southland
The frogs are asleep on the lake
Did you know that tears run in rivulets
And hearts
or Richard's bay
rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al be Sure
won't get you play by Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros
go against dream flows hope your
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
She got the nick name porta bubble Joan
They found her dead dead as nails at home
And she said I'm gonna be another Marilyn
Bleach my hair and get
downs the class clown you would joan on
Now I'm out blowin by the pound
Watch the niggas that you joan on
I can't do no wrong
I was just broke on my ass
the long blonde curly hair
Put on the robe made by linen
Ephemeral summertime and the last you have
They use you they laughing at you
They call you just
When you have a phone
Thinking, thinking of things
Thinking of the cows out by the trees
Thinking, thinking of when
Her nights were made better by her
c fine young man it was indeed,
Mounted on his milk-white steed;
He rode, he rode, all alone,
Until he came to lovely Joan.
"Good morning to you, my
and boys on one knee
On a soundstage in Queens
From Hollywood to the Chelsea Hotel
Everyone’s coming to your house
Billy Wilder, Joan and Gloria Blondell
A fine young man it was indeed,
Mounted on his milk-white steed.
He rode, he rode, and he rode all alone
Until he came to lovely Joan.
“Good morning
A fine young man it was indeed
He was mounted on his milkwhite steed
He rode, he rode himself alone
Until he came to Lovely Joan
Good morning
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Don't worry about my politics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I'm in a bar
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck)
Where icicles hung the blossoms swing,
But in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
Lily of the West
Arrangement by Joan Baez
When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing
shredded infants on an altar full of scars
Entangled in a dream
The mirrors full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last
and Joans
And tomorrow's rhinestones
I'm so sick in my spare time
Humouring thugs
We could go out for dinner
But we're always on drugs
Conchita
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
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