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Carole King

Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time There's something wrong here there can be no denyin' One of us is changin' Or maybe we've just stopped

A FINE WAY TO GO WRITERS CAROLE KING, TONI STERN RECORDED BY B.J. THOMAS He makes love to her every night And you know this ain't no lie She makes

In the fields of sweet Ambrosia I've been told You can sit down by the river and watch yourself unfold You can drink right from the river And purify your

Funny how I feel more myself with you Than anybody else that I ever knew I hear it in your voice, see it in your face You've become the memory I can't

I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes Standing on the corner with the afternoon's supply She spoke of other places, perhaps a better road

At this time in my life, very conscious of who I am I know that who I am doesn't matter All the chatter that goes on between As we talk around what we

Today our dear friend Chicken soup This very ordinary day Boiled up a pot of Chicken soup And swallowed it away A-lack! A-day! O-Woe! Oy-Vey! He swallowed

A ROAD TO NOWHERE WRITERS GERRY GOFFIN, CAROLE KING I tried to hang on for as long as I could But now I can see that it just ain't no good Our love

Funny how I feel more myself with you Than anybody else that I ever knew I hear in your voice, see it in your face You've become the memory I can't erase