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Kris Kristofferson Songs Of Kristofferson

got a little bit better And the sweet (in the sweet by and by) just a little bit sweeter But them blues well it's still the same old song Now we're

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money love and dreams

found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stair to meet the day I'd smoke my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the

my dirty red bandana And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers slappin' time And Bobby clapping hands we finally Sang up ever song

I said I got a life of my own I've got a life of my own I said don't try to make me a part of no plan take me or leave me alone Freedom's a feeling

If a cheated man's a loser and the cheater never wins And if beggars can't be choosers till they're weak and wealthy men And the old keep gettin' older

bars got a little bit better And the sweet (in the sweet by and by) just a little bit sweeter But them blues well it's still the same old song Now we

' home Just a simple song of freedom He was never fightin' for No one's listenin' when you need 'em Ain't no fun to sing that song no more Got a song