| Drifters I don't believe in miracles if it's all the same by you. Your wishes would come true if I had my say. Whether it's right or wrong, the words of every song remind us of a love we knew where love should not go wrong in yesterday. Hang on, ye drifters, now you got so much to go and gamble on. Watch out for the shifting sand wherever you may ramble. Even now as I look back and see all that's come to pass, I can't remember how it was I got here. Look around this place, there's a smile on every face. We're somewhere in the afterglow out there among the stars, out there among the bars. Hang on, ye drifters, now you got places to go and people to meet. Watch out for the shifting tide wherever you may travel. I know I should not complain because life's been good to me, it feels real good to be stranded on my own. Be that as it may, we are what we are. I'll find you in the afterglow out there among the stars of yesteryear. Hang on, ye drifters, now you got so much to go and gamble on. Watch out for the shifting sand wherever you may ramble. All you drifters, now you got places to go and people to meet. Watch out for the shifting tide wherever you may travel. My Little Love I've got a song, that it is my mind, my little love who is never unkind. I'm a poet and I'm better off dead, these are the words she said. Down by the breadline picking up dough, hand me the guitar, there I'll go. I would rather make a living instead, instead of being in the red. My little love from the world outside, helping me keep, turning the tide, come and meet me by the neon light and I'm hoping you'll make it alright. I'll do anything you see fit, my little love. My little love, moving in my soul, my little love who will never turn cold. It doesn't matter if I ain't shaved, it doesn't matter if I ain't behaved, my little love, you been on my side, helping me, keep turning the tide. Having a hard time living right now, having a hard time showing you how. My little love from the world out there, helping me keep a-doing my share, come and meet me by the neon light and I'm hoping you'll make it alright. I'll do anything you see fit, my little love. Down by the breadline picking up dough, hand me the guitar, there I'll go. It doesn't matter if I ain't shaved, it doesn't matter if I ain't behaved, I got a light that is in my soul, I got a love that'll never turn cold. come and meet me by the neon light and I'm hoping you'll make it alright. I'll do anything you see fit, my little love, I'll do anything you see fit, my little love. Ringneck Loon Hear the call of the ringneck loon, hear the sound, he will be home soon. Hear the cry in the afternoon, ringneck loon, he knows best, he's a loon and he don't care less. Ringneck loon, away off shore, how could anybody ask for more. Hear the call of the ringneck loon, hear the sound he will be home soon. Hear the cry in the afternoon, ringneck loon, he can't rest, he's a loon and he don't care less. Ringneck loon around the bend, been a loon since he don't know when. Hear the call of the ringneck loon, city life is what I see, city life is the life for me. Ringneck loon, he knows best, he's a loon and he don't care less. Hear the cry of the ringneck loon, hear the sound he will be home soon, hear the cry in the afternoon. Ringneck loon, you can't rest, you're a loonie and you don't care less. Ringneck loon my old friend, been a loon since he don't know when. Hear the cry of the ringneck loon, hear the sound, he will be home soon, hear the cry in the afternoon. I Used To Be A Country Singer I was sitting in my hotel room, strumming my old guitar. Not much to do when you're far away, playing some smoky bar. I was feeling a little empty and feeling a little blue when the maid came in and asked me if she could do my room. I put down my old guitar and she gave me a smile. She had a crusty voice and a drinker's look, but she had a friendly style. She dusted my room and made my bed and she talked of days gone by. She spoke of when she wooed the men; a tear came to her eye. And she said, I used to be a country singer, I could sing a mean Patsy Cline. My husband he could yodel like Wilf Carter, Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine. She told me that her husband died and her son was overseas. I could tell by her eyes and her broken smile she was lonely just like me. She asked me if I'd listen to a tape of when she was young, she said, I can't sing now I forgot the words and my voice is almost gone. And she said, I used to be a country singer, I could sing a mean Patsy Cline. My husband he could yodel like Wilf Carter, Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine. Oh, I cried inside, but I couldn't tell if it was for her or for me. So I grabbed my axe and we sang a song in two-part harmony. Ever since that day when I'm feeling down and I can't find a happy tune. I just think if that maid and the feeling she gave, when she came to clean my room. And she said, I used to be a country singer, I could sing a mean Patsy Cline. My husband he could yodel like Wilf Carter, Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine. And she said, I used to be a country singer, I could sing a mean Patsy Cline. My husband he could yodel like Wilf Carter, Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine, Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine. Boathouse I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind. Now I don't wanna know how it feels to be set back, so I'm leaving here on a one-way track. I'd rather be in mosquito alley, out of my right hand lane. You should see my mosquito tally, all that moves is fair game. Now I don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose, so I'm leaving here on the first caboose, so I'm leaving here on the first caboose. I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, I can't sleep by a water fall. I can't sleep by a lovely river, I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. I would rather sleep at the boathouse, what more can I say? I'd soon eat down at the boathouse, let it carry me away. Now I don't wanna know how it feels to step aside, so I'm leaving here on a wicked ride. Or I could be back at the alehouse, with a flagon or two, a few blocks south of the jailhouse, with a hole in my shoe. Now I don't wanna know how it feels to stop a truck so I'm leaving here and wishing you good luck. I'm leaving here and wishing you good luck. I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, I can't sleep by a water fall. I can't sleep by a lovely river, I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. I'd rather be in mosquito alley, keeping spiders in line. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind. Now I don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose, so I'm leaving here on the first caboose. I'm leaving here on the first caboose. Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. Much To My Surprise I saw two dreamers dreaming, they almost caused a spark. I saw two lovers in paradise, right back at the start. I saw two minds in the world set free but it almost broke my heart. Isn't it strange to be right now, having you close to me much to my surprise. I saw two schemers scheming, they almost caused a lark They were two brave souls on a wild blue spree right back at the park. They were like two ships and they sailed right by each other in the dark. Wouldn't you like to be right now out where the actors play? So much for your disguise. I saw two souls out searching. They said their last good-byes and I saw two hearts of passion then, much to my surprise. I saw two hearts, on passion bent, the kind which mystifies. It is so strange to be right now, having you on my knee much to my surprise. I gotta make you see somehow, I saw two minds that wandered, they almost caused a wreck. They were all checked out for a wild blue sea when someone cried hit the deck. I saw two minds in the world set wise but I almost broke my specs. Wouldn't you like to be right now out where the actors play? So much for your disguise. A Painter Passing Through Once upon a time I was on my own, once upon a time like you've never known. Once upon a time I would be impressed, once upon a time my life would be obsessed. Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way. If you want to know my secret. don't come running after me for I am just a painter passing through in history. Yesterday is gone, yesterday's all right. Yesterday belongs in my dreams at night. Yesterday is swell, yesterday is great, yesterday is strong, remembering can wait. Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way. If you want to know an answer, I can't turn your life around for I am just a painter passing through the underground. I was in my stride, always at my game, here comes mister cool, along the walk of fame. I was in demand, always in control, the world was in my hands, my touch had turn to gold. Once upon a time, I was in a daze when I was in my prime, once along the way. If you want to know my secret. don't come running after me for I am just a painter passing through in history. Now that I am old, let me rest a spell. All that I am told, I can never tell. Never in my life, never will it pass, I am still alone, remembering at last. Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way. If you want to know an answer, I can't turn your life around for I am just a painter passing through the underground. If you want to know my secret. don't come running after me for I am just a painter passing through in history. On Yonge Street See the people walking up and down, see the people moving all around. On the streets of my hometown on Yonge Street, longest street in the world, they say, summertime soon slips away. I hope I'll see you one fine day on Yonge Street, everywhere you go in a city by the lake, back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake. Everyone you pass seems to wanna say hello, even late at night on the freshly fallen snow. See the children jumping all around, See the parents looking up and down upon the streets of my hometown on Yonge Street. It's a mean street if you choose, it's a lean street when you lose. An in-between street when you cruise on Yonge Street. Everywhere you go in a city by the lake, you'll be sure and find it's a case of give and take. Everyone you pass seems to want to say hello, even late at night when the streets are all aglow. It's the longest street in the world with the most feet in the world, another street where boy meets girl on Yonge Street. See the people walking up and down, see the people moving all around. Those are the streets of my hometown on Yonge Street. Everywhere you walk people almost say hello, even late at night when the streets are all aglow on Yonge Street, on Yonge Street. Red Velvet Four months ago in April, on a daycoach she came down and the dust autumn winds begin to blow. Should of known I couldn't hold living out so far from town and the nights to come are long are slow to go. Well, now she's up and left me and when walking down the line and the dusty autumn wind begins to blow, all dressed up in red velvet and high heeled shoes so fine and the nights to come are long and slow to go. Well, if I had only know before we kissed you can't keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this. Oh, now she's gone and left me and went walking down the line and the dusty autumn winds begin to blow. Well, I'll sit and count the evening stars as they walk around when the dusty autumn winds begin to blow. Then I'll call my dog and I'll take the truck and I'll drive on into town cause the nights to come are long and slow to go. Well, I'll sit and count the evening stars as they walk around when the dusty autumn winds begin to blow. Then I'll call my dog and I'll take the truck and I'll drive on into town cause the nights to come are long and slow to go and those dusty autumn winds begin to blow. Uncle Toad Said Uncle Toad, sitting by the old south gate, waiting them boys, they been staying out late. Uncle Toad thinks they're way out of line, maybe they think he is past his prime. Uncle Toad said, better straighten up right, when Uncle Toad spoke, it was not a pretty sight. Uncle Toad lived in the wood out back, lived in the shade of a utility shack. He looked in at the big brick house at the girls as quiet as a mouse. Uncle Toad said, you had best get it right, when Uncle Toad spoke, it was not a pretty sight. Uncle Toad tucked in the compost pile out by the back door, look at him smile. He said kid stop drinking that brew, plan while you can or the joke's on you. Uncle Toad said, better straighten up right, when Uncle Toad spoke, it was not a pretty sight. Uncle Toad sitting by the swimming pool, sits in the sun when the weather turns cool. Sits in the sun when the girls walk by, maybe they think he's a little bit sly. Uncle Toad said, better straighten up right, when Uncle Toad spoke, it was not a pretty sight. Uncle Toad sitting by the cool mill race all day long with a grin on his face. He said, boys you had better not try kissing 'em girls cause I won't stand by. Uncle Toad sitting by the wrought iron fence looking at the moon like it don't make sense. We say, Toad here's looking at you, hoping you get your wish too. Sway to the left, sway to the right, when Uncle Toad spoke, it was not a pretty sight. |
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