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King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hip-shaking King Creole

By still waters I lay down with the lambs
In pastures green I made peace with my soul
And I cared not for the night
While my guiding star shone bright
By still waters I lay down
I lay down.

Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown

Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown

We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you

On a day like today
I pass the time away
Writing love letters in the sand

Love letters straight from your heart
Keep us so near while we're apart
I'm not alone in the night
When I can have all the love you write
I memorize every line
I kiss the name that you sign
And darling, then I read again
Right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Why don't you write me?
I'm out in the jungle, I'm hungry to hear you
Send me a card
I am waiting so hard to be near you
(La, la, la)
(Why don't you write?)
Something is wrong
And I know I got to be there (Yeah)
Maybe I'm lost
But I can't make the cost of the airfare
Tell me why (Why, why)
Tell me why (Why, why)
Why don't you write me?
A letter would brighten my loneliest evening
Mail it today
If it's only to say that you're leaving me

The Spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue Ethereal Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's Pow'r display,
And publishes to every Land
The Work of an Almighty Hand.

Sorry, I replied to the wrong one again!

“O WELL is me, my gay gos-hawk,”
—That you can speak and flee;
For you can carry a love-letter
—To my true love frae me.”

“O how can I carry a letter to her,
—Or how should I her know?
I bear a tongue ne'er wi' her spak',
—And eyes that ne'er her saw.”

“The white o' my love's skin is white
—As down o' dove or maw;
The red o' my love's cheek is red
—As blood that's spilt on snaw.

Please Mr Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
Mr Postman,
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better.

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just a wrote me a letter

I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
Bright early next morning
He brought my letter back
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back

Postman Pat. postman Pat
And his black and white cat
Early in the morning
Just as day is dawning
He picks up all his post bags in his van

They said, get back, honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways
And, oh, the change is gonna do me good
You better get back, honky cat
Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine

You asked me to a party
To a house just by the moon
You gave me silver loving
The end was all too soon
You asked me to the theatre
In a place quite near the sun
You gave me golden sunbeams
You act was all in fun
Rope ladder to the moon!

There is a house way down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah
Sewed my Levi jeans
My father was a gamblin' man, yeah, yeah
Down, way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gamblin' man ever needs
Is a suitcase, Lord, and a trunk
And the only time a fool like him is satisfied
Is when he's all stone cold drunk

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?"
"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me

I'm going to catch that horse if I can
And when I do, I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife
I'm going to catch that horse if I can

've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

I am just a lonesome cowboy
And I'm travelling all alone
I ain't even got a nickel
To call my baby on the phone
Just beyond the mountain lies a city
And I hear it calling me
Saddle up and ride you lonesome cowboy
Here is where you'll find your destiny
In my dreams the lights shine bright and pretty
Near to me and yet so far
Will I always be a lonesome cowboy
Am I only reaching for a star

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

… As I was out walkin', one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cow-puncher, ridin' alone
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached, he was singin' this song
… Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home
… It's early in the Spring, when we round up the dogies
We mark 'em, and brand 'em, and bob off their tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuckwagon
Then, throw the dogies out on the long trail
… Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, come on