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on as a local stage hand The one in charge of the microphone stands And the lead singer told me to get one In his dressing room We might even have a beer
a Lady! ~ Oh yeah! He's a Singer! ~ I'm a Singer! Like Caruso! ~ Learned to do so, In a barber-shop quartet I once gave a hair-cut to a fellow one day
guitar In coffeehouses, hall and bars Everyone that I call friend Knows they will not be forgot Trains and planes and rented cars Singers, saints
much On looks I don't know Lord, I seen his picture in lots of Song books but I still don't know They say he was weak for The women and wine and He
On another world by another star at another place and time In another state of consciousness in another state of mind Everything was almost
with you Day by day by day by day Time, time again, it is said We will hear, we will see See it all-in his wisdom-hear His truth will abound
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes
it every step of the way Day-ohh As a singer grows older His conception goes a little deeper Because he lives life And he understands what
a Lady! ~ Oh yeah! He's a Singer! ~ I'm a Singer! Like Caruso! ~ Learned to do so, In a barber-shop quartet I once gave a hair-cut to a fellow one day
Another dawn's creeping in And I guess it's my bedtime again And some old farmer fills his cup While I'm coming down from last night's buzz I
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes
it too All his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man Oh how he could
it too All his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man Oh how he could
the wringer Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer Likes to grumble, loves to scoff about all of the cats who ripped him off the soul singer His all time
She loved the singer She loved the way he stood on stage and played And just poured out his heart and soul She loved the dreamer The way
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad
When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate His song is softer
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad
Sometimes songs are done by singers that don't mean them And at times I've done the same and couldn't sing them At times I've written songs about
was his claim, Hope one or two things might bring fame, This is the last time you'll hear his name. Nobody mentions Harry's inventions, But do you
Fate points the finger It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold
Fate points the finger It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night
As the audience grew Ted was growing impatient As he swallowed his brew "It's time to welcome the artist" He heard somebody say Saw a face in the floodlight
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