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There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was Nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery

It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
Looking ate the late late show
Through a semi-precious stone.
In the house of honesty
Her father was on trial,
In the house of mystery
There was no one at all,
There was no one at all.

If I don't see her each day, I miss her
Gee, what a thrill each time I kiss her
Believe me, I've got a case
On Nancy with the laughin' face
She takes the winter and she makes it summer
And summer could take a few lessons from her
Picture a tomboy in lace
That's Nancy with the laughin' face
Did you ever heard mission bells ringin'?
Well, she'll give you the very same glow
When she speaks you would think it was singin'
Just hear her say hello
I swear to goodness you can't resist her
Sorry for you, she has no sister
No angel could replace
Nancy with the laughin' face

Heaven must be missing an angel
Missing an angel, child
'Cause you're here with me right now
Your love is heavenly, baby
Heavenly to me, baby.

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry
And all of those who see me, all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are

Trinna wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with lines
Sewing lace on widows weeds
And filigree on leaf and vine
Vine and leave are filigree
And her coat's a second hand one
Trimmed with antique luxury
She is a Lady of the Canyon

Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even clothes I'm wearing someone wore before
It's no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain't been used
I'm wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That's why they call me
Second hand Rose
Even our piano in the parlor
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I'm wearing second hand curls

Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano
In a nightclub
Pearl's a singer
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub
Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner
In a contest
Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once cut a record
They played it for a week or so
On the local radio, it never made it
She wanted to be Betty Grable
But now she sits there at that beer stained table
Dreaming of the things she never got to do
All those dreams that never came true

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Take off your hat; kick off your shoes
I know you ain't goin' anywhere.
Run 'round the town, singin' your blues.
I know you ain't goin' anywhere.
You've always been a good friend of mine,
But you're always sayin' farewell.
And the only time that you're satisfied
Is with your feet in the wishing well.

Fergus sings the blues
In bars of twelve or less
I'm a stranger to the land
To this wilderness
All things are possible
But happen less and less
This is my country
Theses and my reasons
Cos I look in the mirror
And it throws back the question
And I whisper in words that beg an answer
Tell me
Can this white man sing the blues?

These are my reasons....oops!🤣

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line
Learn to work the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

(did you see what I did there, Grannmarie? )

Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it take you down home?

Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

Big wheels keep on turnin'
Carry me home to see my kin
Singin' songs about the south-land
I miss Alabamy once again and I think it's a sin, yes
Well I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well I heard ol' Neil put her down
Well I hope Neil Young will remember
A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord I'm comin' home to you

Carry me back yeah to old Virginny
That's where the cotton and corn and taters grow
That's where the birds yeah warble sweet in the spring-time
That's where this heart of mine, yeah longs to go
I'm not afraid, come on and carry me back to old Virginny
There let me live till I wither and decay
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered
That's where this life of mine will pass away
Well let me tell you, mother and father have gone before me
And I know, soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore
We will be happy and free from all sorrow
And there we'll meet, and part no more

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

It was upon a Lammas night
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light
I held awa to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed to
See me thro' the barley.

Corn rigs an' barley rigs
Corn rigs are bonnie,
I'll ne'er forget that happy night
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly:
I set her down wi' right good will
Amang the rigs o' barley,
I kent her heart was a' my ain
I loved her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again
Amang the rigs o' barley.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

I had a love and my love was fair
Fair as a summer's dawn
I lost my love, I never knew where
Suddenly she was gone
The west wind's purple meadow
The night she slipped away
And I seem to glimpse her shadow
When the west wind brushes the day
West wind, can you waken my true love
West wind, can you restore a new love
Speak to her softly of the dream we lost
The theme we lost, the gleam we lost
West wind, can you call back an old love
West wind, can you kindle a cold love
West wind, can the magic of them become out once again
Breathe on the amber
If I try to remember
Then some day at last we
Can recapture the past

(Go west) in the open air
(Go west) baby you and me
(Go west) this is our destiny (aah)
(Go west) sun in wintertime
(Go west) we will do just fine
(Go west) where the skies are blue
(Go west, this is what we're gonna do)

We're refugees, walking away from the life
That we've known and loved;
Nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay;
Now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own
In brown bags, tied up with string;
Nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing,
But we'll be happy on our own.
West is Mike and Susie;
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.