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music & lyrics by Ron Betts/Dave Mann/John Jones/Adam Freeman
© 2002 funkUs
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Now, if it wasn't for these blues, I'd have a brand new pair of shoes,
If it wasn't for these blues...
If it wasn't for these blues, I'd wear a 3-piece suit,
If it wasn't for these blues...
But, if it wasn't for these blues, I'd be a good lookin' man,
If it wasn't for these blues...
If it wasn't for these blues, I might talk to you,
If it wasn't for these blues...
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If we only had a strobe light,
Just think what could have happened.
If we only had a strobe light,
Just think what could have happened.
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Now, if it wasn't for these blues, I'd be head of the CIA,
If it wasn't for these blues...
If it wasn't for these blues, I'd be president of the USA,
If it wasn't for these blues...
But, if it wasn't for these blues, I'd be king of the world,
If it wasn't for these blues...
If it wasn't for these blues, I might talk to you,
If it wasn't for these blues...
CHORUS
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DISCO BALL!!
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CHORUS
If we only had a strobe light...
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music & lyrics by Ron Betts
© 2002 funkUs
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Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
I love the way she combs her hair.
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
She wears Saran Wrap underwear.
I love the way she brings me flowers from the rain,
Some would say my Shannon is insane.
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
She brings me breakfast in bed.
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
Every morning, she gives me... bread?
I love the way that she whispers in my ear,
Telling me I've got nothing to fear.
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
I say that every single day.
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
And that is all I have to say... for now.
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Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girlfriend,
Shannon is neat, 'cause she's my girl... friend.
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music & lyrics by Dave Mann
© 2002 funkUs
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Name that show,
Name that show,
Name that show...
I can't remember the name of that show,
You know the one with the guy,
Who lost his way and spends the rest of his life trying to get back home.
Sounds familiar,
Just sounds familiar...
I can't remember the name of that show,
About the boy and the girl,
Who talk about all of the things that they'll do to try and get along.
Sounds familiar,
Just sounds familiar...
Sounds familiar,
Just sounds familiar...
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Could it be I confuse TV with reality?
Could it be that this happened to me?
I'd like to know the name of that show,
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I can't remember the name of that show,
The one with the beautiful girl,
Who had a vision of peace and harmony, the way things should have been all along.
Sounds familiar,
Just sounds familiar...
Sounds familiar,
Just sounds familiar...
CHORUS
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CHORUS
CHORUS
Name that show,
Name that show,
Name that show...
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music & lyrics by Dave Mann
© 2002 funkUs
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I remember the soft light, the subtle evening glow,
The remnants of the daylight from the day I found my soul,
Up on the mountain,
Up on the mountain.
In the midst of such majesty, some questions came to me,
Does all this happen naturally, and who am I supposed to be?
Up on the mountain,
Up on the mountain.
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high...
Trees swaying in the wind to the sound of the water flow,
A million droplets splashing on their way to the valley below,
Up on the mountain,
Up on the mountain.
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high...
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We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high, up on the mountain,
We were so high...
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music & lyrics by Ron Betts
© 2002 funkUs
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Standing under a lamp post with an enigmatic grin,
Been around this great big world, now he's ready to be your friend,
Many a man has passed him by, most just stop and stare,
At the musical mystic and his all-knowing air.
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His spirit's free,
He's happy to meet ya,
He's Smiley Garcia.
Oh, glory be,
The music'll free ya,
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He's seen it all, he's done it all, too,
Solved all the mysteries in life, now he's ready to share them with you,
Many a man has passed him by, most don't understand,
The musical mystic and his travelling circus band.
CHORUS
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He's seen it all, he's done it all, too,
Solved all the mysteries in life, now he's ready to share them with you,
Many a man has passed him by, most just stop and stare,
At the musical mystic and his all-knowing air.
CHORUS
CHORUS
And all the children sing,
La da da da, la da da da da da,
La da da da da da da da...
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music by Ron Betts
© 2002 funkUs
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music & lyrics by Dave Mann/Chris Raynor/Donna Rice
© 2002 funkUs
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I never felt so good,
Right here in my neighborhood,
All I had to do was walk outside,
Everything just came alive.
And they're gettin' away in every direction,
I follow the herd all the way, I can't make no connection.
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I watch the animals walk,
I've been watchin' you walk,
I watch the animals walk,
I've been watchin' you walk.
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And they're gettin' away in every direction,
I tried, I tried and I tried, I can't make my connection.
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CHORUS
And they're steppin' away in every direction,
Ain't no way I can make my connection.
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Hey, slide on over here...
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music & lyrics by Ron Betts
© 2002 funkUs
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Well, you got a good job, you bring home a good pay,
From the way you're acting, boy, you're gonna throw it all away,
You think the boss don't know what you're doing at night?
He's gonna find out, gonna make it right.
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You think you know it all, you think you've got all the tricks,
Well, let me tell you, boy, you better hit the bricks.
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Well, you've got a lovely woman, you wanna make her your wife,
And you promised to love her for the rest of your life,
You think she don't know what you do on Friday night?
She's gonna find out, gonna make it right.
CHORUS
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Now you're coming to me, and you're looking for help,
Let me tell you, son, you're gonna have to help yourself,
You think you can go out and pull it on the world just one more time?
Well, go ahead, boy, that suits me fine.
CHORUS
Ah, get out of here, son, you bother me with your noise...
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music & lyrics by Ron Betts/Dave Mann
© 2002 funkUs
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My old daddy sat me on his knee,
These are the words that he said to me,
Gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you run,
Don't fly to high, son, right into the sun.
My old man, he worries too much...
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Iron bars,
Do not a prison make,
To the stars,
The bonds of Earth I intend to break,
In the air,
I'm in the air, my feet are on the ground,
My head is spinning round and round...
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It's time to go, it's time to fly,
The sun is shining bright in my eyes,
Daddy says to me before we leave the ground,
"Don't fly to low, son. The sea will weigh you down."
My old man, he worries too much...
CHORUS
Well, the minister screamed as he fell upon his knees,
He said, "Oh, mighty king!
You won't believe your eyes, the man that you despise,
Has taken wing!"
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Well, the minister screamed as he fell upon his knees,
He said, "Oh, mighty king!
You won't believe your eyes, the man that you despise,
Has taken wing!"
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My world comes crashing down, the world came crashing down...
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music & lyrics by Dave Mann
© 2002 funkUs
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You've got another think coming,
You and I are gonna have it out,
It's not the time to talk about credit cards,
We've gotta settle our emotional account.
You get so mad at contradiction,
There's nothing wrong with two opinions,
Open your heart and see there's room enough for me.
We can be together,
Clear the stormy weather,
You and I forever...
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Release me,
Set me free, take me back to where I used to be,
Remember to follow me,
A happy place is where I like to be.
Release me,
Set me free, take me back to where I used to be,
Remember to follow me,
A happy place is where I like to be.
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You criticize me for trying,
I'm just trying to have some fun,
You're selfish ways will be the death of me,
We have different ways to get things done.
You don't sympathize with my condition,
Ask any man, they've got a mission,
Open your head and find we can both have peace of mind.
We can be together,
Clear the stormy weather,
You and I forever...
CHORUS
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You don't sympathize with my condition,
Ask any man, they've got a mission,
Open your head and find we can both have peace of mind.
We can be together,
Clear the stormy weather,
You and I forever...
CHORUS
Release me,
Set me free,
Release me,
Set me free...
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music & lyrics by Ron Betts
© 2002 funkUs
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Tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
So, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
It just seems to me darlin', you don't treat me like you used to do.
What's wrong with you?
Well, you used to have my breakfast ready,
When I got up,
Now when I open my eyes up, darlin',
All I see is an empty cup.
So, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
It just seems to me darlin', you don't treat me like you used to do.
What's wrong with you?
Well, you go out all night,
Party with your friends,
Stuck me in a lonesome prison,
When is it gonna end?
So, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
It just seems to me darlin', you don't treat me like you used to do.
What's wrong with you?
Well, we used to make love,
Every single night,
You're holding out on me, baby,
You know that ain't right.
So, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
It just seems to me darlin', you don't treat me like you used to do.
What's wrong with you?
So, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
Oh, tell me, baby,
Tell me what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
It just seems to me darlin', you don't treat me like you used to do.
What's wrong with you?
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