American Beauty

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Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming Head's all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can have high times if you'll abide We can discover the wonders of natu

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Operator, can you help me, help me if you please. Give me the right area code and the number that i need. My rider left upon the midnight flyer, Singin' like a summer breeze. I think she's somewhere down south, down about baton rouge, But i just can'

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Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one. All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone. Going to leave this brokedown palace, On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll. Make myself a bed in the waterside, In my time,

Ripple Grateful Dead If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken

Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing, No rain is falling from a heavy sky. What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon

Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble Roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys I'll take your money home Look out Look out The Candyman Here he come an

Well, the girls all dance with the boys from the city But they don't care to dance with me Well, it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy And the red clay stains my feet It's under my nails and it's under my collar And it shows on Sunday clothes T