Lyrics:
be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your
Oh baby please don't go
Oh baby please don't go
Oh baby please don't go back to New Orleans
Because I love you so
Turn your lamp down low
Turn
Oh baby please don't go
Oh baby please don't go
Oh baby please don't go back to New Orleans
Because I love you so
Turn your lamp down low
Turn
a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away
I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone
Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still
over the town
Down at the port
One day he found an old silver lamp
He threw it away
Didn't know how to use it
He took the road again
With his pack
tegen de lamp
Jij vliegt nog tegen de lamp
Gelijk wat ik ook zeg of doe
Je zou beter nooit geboren zijn
Vandaag of morgen ga je onderuit
En dan lig je op
never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light
Used to ramble
knew what happiness was
Let the mem'ry live again
Ev'ry street lamp
Seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp
more than enough to make a man throw himself away.
And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone.
Now the smiling portrait of you is still hanging
a tale of love in all it's glory,
They tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every
Lady Of The Lamp
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In the night
In the dark night
There's a light
That shines on me
And the lady of the lamp she
lies by me and holds
Oh, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
walkin' back
Yeah, I wrote the book
But there's one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle
the memory
Live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon, it will be morning
Daylight
I
there's no tomorrow
We wait with our lamps of oil
We watch for the midnight hour
The day we cease our toil
When the trumpet sounds
And the bridegroom comes
icky)
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
(We camp out) my wrist is lit like a lamp
(Lamp) , he wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He
be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your
your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down
high-class cat
She's queen of the last dance rodeo.
But under the gas lamp
The air is thick and velvety
Your bones filled with hunger
Your heart filled
never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light
Used to ramble
never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light
Used to ramble
noc płoną światła lamp
Nocny reflektor teren przeczesuje
Owo światło to jak ja dobrze znam
Nigdy nie gaśnie ktoś zawsze obserwuje
Nie wiem czy
Wierzę
noc płoną światła lamp
Nocny reflektor teren przeczesuje
Owo światło to jak ja dobrze znam
Nigdy nie gaśnie ktoś zawsze obserwuje
Nie wiem czy
Wierzę
the courthouse
See the sun go down
Where the street lamps glow
On those checkerboard roads
Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite
Tapping on the floor
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