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Harrison George The Concert For Bangla Desh

: Wah-wah You've given me a wah-wah And I'm thinking of you And all the things that we used to do Wah-wah, wah-wah Wah-wah You made me such a big star

: Why can't we be humble Like the good lord said? He promised to exault us [...] How man be so greedy When there's so much land? All things are God

of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for Watch out now, take care Beware of soft shoe

: (George: a couple of numbers from Leon) [Jumpin' Jack Flash] I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at my mama in the driving rain But

: Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, Can't buy a thrill. I've been up all night, baby, Leanin' on the window sill. If I die On top of the hill And if

: (George: Like to bring on a friend of us all, Mr. Bob Dylan!) Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been, my darling young

: (Harrison) Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now You know

worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that That I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit But when we meet again

: How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must