Lyrics:
nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor
written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)
Darling, been
can get this work nigga
Time running out on me
If I gotta take urs that's fine by me
Plotting and planning
Scheming with the cannon
Wilding out but
be
Oh yeah oh yeah
Work, work people, tell me about it
Work out, work out
I got the blues for San Francisco
Yes, yes, yes, yes
My heart is there, high,
goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're a captain of a shipwreck
I'll be first mate to your shame
Trust in me to share your
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
it, it's as good as dead
It has to come to life
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're a captain of a shipwreck
I'll be first mate to your shame
Trust in me to share your
When work is over he likes to hit the bars,
And at the boozer we'll have another jar,
Because drinking can help ease the strain
Of his boring
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, Sonny, move out to the country
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
to change
She wrapped herself around me
Now I'll never be the same
That's how love works
That's how love moves
Like a river
Running through you
Sometimes it
The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair
Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there
It wasn't long before I lived with her
I sang her
The sun shall not smite I by day
Nor the moon by night
And everything that I do
Shall be up-full and right
And if it's all night
It got to be
restored
And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
Yeah they'll know we are Christians by our love
We will work with each other, we
Have I got the deal for you
Would you like to have a T-bone steak and lobster
Served on the finest china
Accompanied by a bottle of the world's
I can tell
By the way you stare at me
(Talk):
It's deep...real deep
Your mind's messed up
Words just don't come easily
(Talk):
It should be natural
it, it's as good as dead
It has to come to life
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes
I am the magnificent, I'm backed by the shack of a soul boss
Most turnin', stormin' sound o'soul
I am double u, o, o, o, and I'm still up here
Things cannot stay the same
Her hair was pressed against her face
Her eyes were red with anger
Enraged by things unsaid, and empty beds, and bad
of work
By the boss who is thrown for the loss
By the skirt who is doing him dirt
The world is a stage
The stage is the world of entertainment
The world is
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