?m always blue Tried out a few other guys ooh, but they just weren?t you Yeah and everyone thinks something?s wrong with me And maybe that?s true Cause
to nails Lord you know how we love a sale (Repeat Chorus) V3 Well I'll meet ya downtown At Taylor's Hot Dog Stand Tell Ruthie to bring her daddy's
O Come O come Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the son of God appear Rejoice, Rejoice, Emmanuel Shall come
on the table And he's watching Bonanaza as he hears the time tick by He's got cigarettes and coffee He's got little bean bag ashtrays He's listenin'
have a story to telli Cause if we got caught we were gonna catch hell But Iid pay any price, for that look in you eyes Chorus When we ran like wild
out just where, when we get there Come on honey what's your hurry You're not ready and neither am I I don't know why, dont know why, don't know why It's
People come and people go That's just the way it is, I know, promises were never spoken That way we kept our options open Seems like only yesterday
anything just to please you But I won't If these are the girls that you choose What make you think I'd be good for you Chorus: Can you tell me baby
cup is never quite the same And every sip's moving through my eyes and up into my brain At half past two about time to leave 'Cause the DJ's playing rhythm
i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and im done tryin I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin' It's on
Wildwood Flower (traditional) As recorded by The Carter Family Written by A. P. Carter Key of E [Maybelle puts a capo on the 4th fret and plays as
while I'm gone to sing The troubadour blues (CHORUS) The same old battle's raging All on down the line Why does it seem like nothing's changed Since Woody Guthrie's
me Judge's gavel(?) spoke As he hung the rope From the old abandoned tree Fear struck a chord Run out through the carts I fell down to my knees Answer
angel, young lion, I'm done trying I'm just doing, who's drinking, cause I'm buying It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's
under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations wind on and on... Drinking champagne from a paper cup Is never quite the same And every sip's