NOTHING
© 1966 Mother Texas Music Corp.

Male:
I took the time to say nothing to her,
she took the time to say nothing to me
and in the time I said nothing to her
she says…Nothing.

Love and pain, ying and yang,
still the same…Nothing.

Female:
So manches mal wenn er mit mich spricht
schau ich ihm an und verstehe nichts.
Ich sehe das sich seine Lippen bewegen
und Ich denke…Gar nichts.

Ein bißchen dies ein bißchen das
ein bißchen irgendwas
und sonst…Gar nichts.

Male:
I took the time to look over at her
she took the time to look over at me
and in the time I looked over at her
she said…Nothing.

Death or birth, peace on earth
What’s it worth?…Nothing.

Female:
Es ist so schön an ihm zu denken
und ihm dabei mein Zeit zu schenken
und während ich noch an ihm denke
sagt er…Gar nichts.

Mal ganz nah mal mich mehr da
mal wunderbar und mal… Gar nichts.

Male:
I took the time to say what do you think
she took the time to say nothing you think
and in the time I said I buy you a drink
she said…Nothing.

Just killing time, it’s so fine
with summerwine she said…
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

NOT THE LOVIN' KIND
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
So you better get it off your mind
Give you money I don't care take you with me anywhere
Oh tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind

Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
It's somebody else for you to find
Cast your tears into the sea don't waste your good tears on me
Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
[ strings - horns ]
Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
So you better move on down the line
Told you so never lied love's a train I'll never ride
Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
I told you so never lied love's a train I'll never ride
Tell you babe I'm not the lovin' kind
Not the lovin' kind not the lovin' kind

PACK SADDLE SALOON
©

Heyyyyyy
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon, the music's loud
(She) and the beer ain`t hot.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got.

(She) There's Texas Tracy and she says she's only 32
She drives a '57 Ford; she bought it brand new.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got.

(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon, the music's loud
(She) and the beer ain`t hot.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon,
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got

(He) There`s Indian Mary Ann. She knows exactly how to please.
There`s a rumour going round, she gained it on cold cheese.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got
(Both) There aretwenty-two in San Antone and three in Oklahoma, and then the one that cuts the malls in Glendale, Arizona.

(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon, the music's loud
(She) and the beer ain`t hot.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon,
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got.

(She) You see there's Jean and Jill and Sue and Snake, they are all heaven sent
(He) Dancing, drinking beer since Roosevelt was president.
(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon,
(He) but we sure are proud of what we got

(Both) There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle saloon,
the music's loud and the beer ain`t hot.
There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle salon,
but we sure are proud of what we got.
There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle salon,
the music s loud and the beer ain`t hot.
There ain't no virgins in the pack saddle salon,
but we sure are proud of what we got.

PECULIAR GUY
© 1963 Guitar Music

One night in a card game I lucked at a peculiar run
I won a good team a woman called Red and a gun
I won a valley won a mountain so high
But a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

I worked with my team and I soon grew as rich as the land
The woman called Red learned to love me as I loved the land
My valley turned green my mountain smiled down from the sky
But a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

One morning the lion came down from his kingdom I owned
He killed the woman called Red and he left me alone
My valley turned brown my mountain didn't seem so high
Cause a lion lured my mountain and a lion is a peculiar guy

I climbed up my mountain and burried the woman called Red
I emptied my gun in the lion until he laid dead
I left my valley I left my mountain so high
I can't live with mem'ries cause I'm a peculiar guy

POET, FOOL OR BUM
© 1973 Lee Hazlewood Music Corp.

She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum
Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see?
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come
Laughing like some virgin's daughter, said she run for run.
Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we're free
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Interlude with humming:
Lee says something here I can't understand

Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day
Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may.
Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new.
Take them, said she, to the children, they'll know what to do.
Soon their games of madness will become reality
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me

Said she'd take me to the morning rains my soul's on fire
I said morning rains I've heard will wash away desire
She grew angry wings and left in circled finity
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No.....I'm only me
No.....I'm only me
No.....I'm only me

RUN BOY RUN
© 1963 Gregmark Music

You were born by a railroad track
Never knew your ma and your pa ain't comin' back
Had to make your way the best you can
But you didn't have to steal from another man

Run boy run boy run boy run they're gonna get you boy run boy run
They're gonna catch you boy run boy run run boy run boy run boy run

Think you're a man cause you're twenty one
Shot a man for nothin' and away you run
Wanted in most every state from here to Tennessee
If you're caught you'll do your runnin' hangin' from a tree

Run boy run boy run boy run...

Storm clouds lookin' down from the sky
And hangman's noose swingin' on a tree near by
The words on that tombstone that won't be read by you
Says his runnin's done at twenty one he won't see twenty two

Run boy run boy run boy run...

SACRIFICE
© 2006 Mother Texas Music Corp.

She rolls like a river
she bathes in the sand
she’s ice for a woman
she’s fire for a man

She’ll beat you at poker
she’ll cheat you at dice
she’s got an ace up her sleeve
she makes you believe when
she’s in love she’ll sacrifice.

She’s hard as a diamond
she’s soft as a breeze
you think she’s an altar
you get down on your knees

She’ll beat you at poker
she’ll cheat you at dice
she’s got an ace up her sleeve
she make you believe when
she’s in love she’ll sacrifice.

She’ll pull on your robe
she’ll make your bell ring
she’ll teach you about sharks
they don’t feel a thing

She’ll beat you at poker
she’ll cheat you at dice
she’s got an ace up her sleeve
she make you believe when
she’s in love she’ll sacrifice.
Sacrifice girl!

SAND
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

Male:
Young woman share your fire with me.
My heart is cold, my soul is free.
I am a stranger in your land.
A wandering man, call me sand.

Female:
Oh sir my fire is very small.
It will not warm thy heart at all.
But thee may take me by the hand.
Hold me and I'll call thee sand

Male:
Young woman share your fire with me.
My heart is cold, my soul is free.
I am a stranger in your land.
A wandering man, call me sand.

Female:
At night when stars light up the sky.
Oh sir I dream my fire is high.
Oh taste these lips sir if you can.
Wandering man, I call thee sand.

Female:
Oh sir my fire is burning high.
If it should stop sir I would die.
A shooting star has crossed my land.
Wandering man.

Male
She whispered sand.

Female:
(Whispers) Sand.

Male:
Young woman shared her fire with me.
Now warms herself with memory.
I was a stranger in her land.
A wandering man, she called me sand.

Female:
He was a stranger in my land.
A wandering man.

Male:
She called me sand.

SAVE A PLACE FOR ME
©

She: How you live or where you live your dreams,
matters not for I love magic things.
He: Castles made of glass, faded photographs
Any place you go or think you'll be.
She: Save a place for me
Together: Save a place for me.

She: Half the days, divide them all by two
He: Half as much is twice as good with you.
Chasing butterflies
She: Believing in your lies
He: Any place you'd go, I think you'll be.
Together: Save a place for me, save a place for me.

SIX FEET OF CHAIN
© 1963 Atlantic Music

He can love any woman he sees he can stay as late as he please
He can take a nice walk in the rain if he can do it on six feet of chain
Six feet of chain six feet of chain he's a prisoner on six feet of chain

He can climb up a mountain so high he can run he can jump he can fly
He can have plenty fortune and fame if he can do it on six feet of chain
Six feet of chain six feet of chain he's a prisoner on six feet of chain

He can go if he wants to go he can stay if he wants to stay
He can go crazy or stay saint if he can do it on six feet of chain
Six feet of chain six feet of chain he's a prisoner on six feet of chain

SON OF A GUN
© 1963 Gregmark Music

It hurts to be told when you're not very old
That you're an outlaw's son
And the older you get they won't let you forget
That you're the son of a gun a bad bad gun you son of a gun
And then you'll meet someone so sweet and she says her heart you've won
But her old dad get's awfuly mad
She'll marry no son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun
One day her dad must face a bad a bad outlaw with a gun
You're quick on the draw and you saved her pa
You no good son of a gun a bad bad gun you son of a gun
Now everyone who is someone smiles at the outlaw's son
You're one of the crowd her dad's so proud
She'll marry the son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun
She'll marry the son of a gun

SOULS ISLAND
©

Except for the dream in our mothers' eyes
you and I would still ride the wind
a pair of seeds that no one needs
east of all souls island
this land, souls island,
this land, souls island,
will always be the heart of you and me
souls island

Except for the gleam in our fathers' eyes
you and I would have never been
we'd never lay in this purple shade
never known souls island
this land, souls island,
this land, souls island,
will always be the heart of you and me
souls island

Except for the beam from some god's mind
you and I would have never seen
the diamond morn' where peace was born
on a place we named souls island
this land, souls island,
this land, souls island,
will always be the heart of you and me
souls island

This land, this souls island,
this land, this souls island,
will always be the heart of you and me
souls island

STONE LOST CHILD
©

Spoken intro:
And when the day came and you finally convinced me
I didn't have you anymore and he did, I did a strange thing. I asked someone who probably doesn't even believe in me to watch over you.

She's a stone lost child,
Lord, you know she doesn't know what's right.
She's a stone lost child
sleeping in some new bed tonight
Running from shadows she thinks of me
pretending things that she will never be
So God, if you have ever done anything right
watch over that stone lost child for me tonight.

She's a stone lost child,
running naked when her clothes are new
She's a stone lost child,
giving all she has to quite a few
Living on dreams of others, slightly used.
Loving their sons and brothers just to confuse
So God, if you have ever done anything right
watch over that stone lost child for me tonight.

She's a stone lost child,
free to try it in the ice and snow.
She's a stone lost child,
free to love me like she did before.
So give her baby kisses when she cries
and wisdom to forgive all my lies
And God, if you have ever done anything right
watch over that stone lost child for me tonight.

SUGAR TOWN
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm going to lay right down here in the grass
Pretty soon all my troubles will pass
Cause I'm in su-su-su, su-su-su,
su-su-su-su-su-su- sugar town

I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend who wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
Cause I'm in su-su-su, su-su-su,
su-su-su-su-su-su-sugar town

Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little 'ole me
Cause I'm in su-su-su, su-su-su,
su-su-su-su-su-su-sugar town

If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give it to you world and then
You'd go away and let me spend my life in
su-su-su, su-su-su,
su-su-su-su-su-su-sugar town
La, la, la, la,........................

SUMMER WINE
© 1967 Criterion Music Corp.

Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring.
My summer wine is really made from all these things.

Male:
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to.
A song that I had only sang to just a few.
She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time.
And I will give to you summer wine.
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring.
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time.
And I will give to you summer wine.
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Male:
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak.
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet.
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line.
And then she gave to me more summer wine.
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring.
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time.
And I will give to you summer wine.
Mmm-mm summer wine.

Male:
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes.
My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size.
She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime.
And left me cravin' for more summer wine.
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Female:
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring.
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time.
And I will give to you summer wine.
Mmm-mm summer wine.

SUNDOWN, SUNDOWN
© 1967 Lee Hazlewood Music

There's no one in this world for me there's never gonna be
There's no one in this world needs me there's never gonna be
And yet sometimes in my dreams I hear

Sundown I miss you sundown I need you sundown
Come on come on come on come on back to me
Come on come on come on come on back to me
I need you sundown I need you sundown
[ strings ]
There's no one ever reached for me there's never gonna be
There's no one meant for only me there's never gonna be
And yet sometimes in my dreams I hear

Sundown I miss you sundown I want you sundown
Come on come on come on come on back to me
Come on come on come on come on back to me
I love you sundown I love you sundown

Sometimes in my dreams I hear
I love you sundown I love you sundown

THAT OLD FREIGHT TRAIN
© '65 Criterion Music Corp.

Woke up on Monday and I felt bad
Woke up on Tuesday and I felt sad so sad
I miss my mama and I miss my dad
They're the best friends this poor boy ever had

That old freight train go go go go go go go gonna carry me home
That old freight train go go go go go go go gonna carry me home

Woke up on Wednesday in an old boxcar
Woke up on Thursday think where I are I are
I miss my mama and I miss my dad
They're the best friends this poor boy ever had

That old freight train...

[guitar]

That old freight train...

Woke up on Friday a hundred miles away
And I know Saturday I'll be home to stay to stay
Stay with my mama stay with my dad
They're the best friends this poor boy ever had

That old freight train...

THE FOOL
© 1965 Malapi Music/Desert Palms

Gather 'round me buddies
Hold your glasses high
And drink to a fool a crazy fool who told his baby goodbye
Too late he's found he loves her so much he wants to die
So drink to a fool a crazy fool who told his baby goodbye

He needs her he needs her so
He wonders why he let her go
She's found a new love buddy
He's a lucky guy
So drink to a fool cause I'm that fool who told his baby goodbye

THE GIRLS IN PARIS
© 1967 Granite Music Corp.

Male:
The girls in Paris are special and unique
You see it in their eyes when they walk down the street
They sing a song my poor heart never can forget
This night I wish that I were still in Paris yet
Hear them singing

Female:
La La La La La Lee La La La La Lee
La La La La La La Lee La La La La La La La Lee

Male:
The girls in Paris wear sunshine on their face
They smile a Paris' smile you find no other place
They sing a song my poor heart never can forget
I wish this night that I were still in Paris yet
Hear them singing

Female:
La La La La La Lee La La La La Lee
La La La La La La Lee La La La La La La La Lee

Male:
The girls in Paris fall in love just once a week
And love is all they know and love is all they speak
They sing a song my poor heart never can forget
This night I wished that I were still in Paris yet
Hear them singing

Female:
La La La La La Lee La La La La Lee
La La La La La La Lee La La La La La La La Lee

Male:
They keep singing

Female:
La La La La La La Lee La La Lee

THEM GIRLS
© 1968 Criterion Music Corp.

them girls call me such and such
them girls with society's touch
a long blond hair and a money to spent
them girls did me in
them girls took the boys so fine
runned his world and warped his mind
them girls did that to me
I let them Lord don't you see

them girls keep me out past eight
let me kiss 'em then reciprocate
them girls 'll be the death of me
but if I gotta go I go gladly
for them girls them girls

them girls do groovy things
them girls buy me golden rings
them girls made me live again
and I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in
them girls took the boys so fine
runned his world and warped his mind
them girls did that to me
I let them Lord don't you see

them girls show me things brand new
a razamataz' and a hoopy-my-do
them girls 'll be the death of me
but if I gotta go I go gladly
for them girls them girls
them girls them girls
them girls them girls them
them girls

THE NIGHTS
©

Her skin was the color
of the mountains' first winter snow
His skin was the color
of the hot sun summer glow
And they met by a river called Okemah
in an August of another time
She fell in love with this red man
and left her people behind
And she learned these things

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
And a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she lived for
the nights, the nights

And they followed his tribe
on a hard trail to the Dakotas far away
And they hunted a big buffalo
and they heard the old chief say
the white man has walked here before us
and killed buffalo for their hides
And so this winter our women and children
will feel much hunger inside
And she learned these things

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
than a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she learns to live for
the nights, the nights

That winter they died by the hundreds
the people of this red man's tribe
She walked the cold ground
and cursed the white man
who killed buffalo for their hides
And they buried their mothers and fathers
and their children they loved so
They prayed the son God will come soon
and melt the Dakota snow

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
than a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she learns to live for
the nights, the nights

And the spring came early to the Dakotas that year
and the buffalo numbered ten times ten
They filled their stomachs
made their clothes and started their lives again
And she bore her lover boy child
fulfilled the promise of spring
And from old comes new
and new is life and life is an eternal thing
And she learned these things

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
than a day with hard work and sorrow
And so she learns to live for
the nights, the nights

THE RAILROAD
© 1966 Guitar Music

Workin' on the railroad all day long
Workin' on the railroad sing this song
Sing about an old love I once knew
Sing about an old love maybe two
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad

I drove a hot steel in my time
I drink a lot of stuff they call moonshine
I got me a woman in every town
Workin' on the railroad, never settle down
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad

I draw my pay on a Saturday night
Go in town and had start a fight
Love me a woman a laugh and a joke
Workin' on the railroad, always abroke
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the... railroad

When I die and you bury me
Alongside the tracks where I wanna be
Don't you cry friend just remember this
There ain't much you all 'body miss
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN'
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

(Here's a little song about boots and a darlin' named Nancy)

You keep sayin' you got something for me something you call love but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't been messin' (that's right)
And now someone else is a gettin' all your best
These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

[bass]

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthen
And you keep loosin' when you ought enough bad
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'
Now what's right is right and you ain't been right yet (listen to me)

These boots are made for walkin'...

[horns]

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned
Well I've just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you ain't that time to learn

These boots are made for walkin'...

THIS TOWN
© 1968 Warner/Chappell North America

This town, is a lonely town
Not the only town like this town
This town, is a make-you town
Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down town

This town, is a quiet town
For a riot town like this town
This town, is a love-you town
And a shove-you-down and push-you-'round town

This town, well it's an all-right town
For an uptight town, like this town
This town, is a use-you town
An abuse-you town until-you're-found town

TIPPY TOES
©

Male:
One of the nicest things about being a big people
is discovering you can make little people

And little girl people are something extra special to their daddies
And so on Sunday morning when you’re trying to sleep late
and because she loves you very much
she walks around the house on her tippy toes wearing your boots

Female:
She’s long and laughter growing lace tippy toes
She’s hugs and kisses harmonize tippy toes
She’s rings and jingling songs to sing
miles of smiles and butterfly wings tippy toes
tippy toes

She’s Charlie Chaplin, Betty Boop tippy toes
She’s Barbra Streisand, Lucky Luke tippy toes
She’s Christmas come and Ringo Starr
Bonnie Bonnie’s Bentley’s car tippy toes
tippy toes

Male:
The years past much too fast and soon she’s a big people
making little people herself
And because she doesn’t want you to be lonely
She brings all three of them to see yah

Female:
A lot!

Male:
And so on Sunday morning when you’re trying to sleep late
and because they love you very much
they walk around the house on her tippy toes wearing grandpa’s boots

Female:
Their rings are jingling songs to sing
miles of smiles and butterfly wings tippy toes
tippy toes
tippy, tippy, tippy,
tippy, tippy, tippy,
tippy, tippy, tippy,
tippy, tippy, tippy,
tippy toes

T.O.M. (The Old Man)
© 2006 Brother Texas Music/Mother Texas Music Corp.

Have you seen the sun?
It still hangs in the sky.
Have you seen the birds?
They still know how to fly.
Have you seen the rivers?
They still float to the rim.
Have you seen the old man?
He knows all about them.
And have you seen the lovers?
They still pray for the dark.
Have you seen the canyons?
They still sleep in the park.
Have you seen the mountains?
They still hug the snow.
And have you seen the old man?
He's ready to go.
And his tongue,
his tounge tastes forever,
and his mind wonders
what forever will bring.
And in this place they call forever,
will there be any songs to sing.

TOOCIE AND THE RIVER
©

(That feels good)
(That feels even better)

Take me down to some river
Take my hand and lead me across
'cause I’ve won such a little
compared to what I lost

Toocie Brown was a loser
When she sang me this song
she was nothing but a streetwalkin' boozer
but old Barton he tagged along

We drank white wine every morning
(good)
We drank red wine every night
(much better)
When that moon didn’t shine Lord
(turn it off)
Toocie lid off of her pie

Drove me down to a level
Smoking good old opium
(whatever that is)
paying dues to the devil
all she left me was a song
(in the wrong key)

(Keep playing it that way it feels good)

Toocie Brown was a loser
When she sang me this song
Just a streetwalkin' boozer
And so I tagged along

We drank white wine every morning
(Delicious)
We drank red wine every night
(Fascinating)
And when that moon didn’t shine Lord
Toocie got on her knees
and made everything right

She brought me down to her level
Smoking good old opium
Been been been to the devil yeah
and all she left me was a song

TROUBLE IS A LONESOME TOWN
© 1963 Guitar Music

Lord I'd like to leave this town
Lord I'd like to leave this town
But I guess I'll hang around
But I guess I'll hang around

Trouble is a lonesome town
Trouble is a lonesome town
Trouble is where I was born
yeah trouble is where I was born

[harmonica]

Trouble is a lonesome town
Trouble is a lonesome town
Trouble is where I was born
yeah trouble is where I was born
Trouble
Trouble

UGLY BROWN
© 1963 Guitar Music

Nobody loves me in this town this town this town
Nobody loves me in this town this town this town
To their parties they never invite me even my own dog bites me
And they call me they call me Ugly Brown

Nobody wants me in this town this town this town
Nobody wants me in this town this town this town
I won't swim in the river and that's a fact
'Cause every time I come out you keep-a throwin' me back
And you call me you call me Ugly Brown
[harmonica]

Nobody needs me in this town this town this town
Nobody needs me in this town this town this town
If I run away and hide where nobody can see
Then nobody comes and looks for me
And they call me they call me Ugly Brown

WE ALL MAKE THE FLOWERS GROW
© 1963 Guitar Music

Cowards and heroes
Listen my friends
If you have money
Or nothing to spend
It'll make no difference
In a hundred years or so
Sooner or later
We all make the little flowers grow

Wise men and fools
Two 'll get you five
You'll never get
Out of this world alive
Don't run and hide
It's no use I know
Sooner or later
We all make the little flowers grow

[acoustic guitar]

Short men and tall men
And all the rest
Please don't blame me
I didn't start this mess
Some of us stay
Some of us go
Sooner or later
We all make the little flowers grow

WHEN A FOOL LOVES A FOOL
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

I know you'll hurt me and it's such a crying shame
Cause when I'll die with my last breath I'll call your name
I never thought you'd be so cruel
Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool

With every breath I take with every kiss I kiss
With every tear I cry there goes my happiness
I never thought you'd be so cruel
Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool

Well I can't live without you but I don't know what I'm gonna do about you
I'm weak and the God knows who's to blame
Well I love and want you near me but you never could seem me hear me
You gonna mess around and drive me insane

I cry and cry and cry you just walk away
You lie and lie and lie and I come back to stay
I never thought you'd be so cruel
Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool
[ horns ]
Well I can't live without you...
Lemme tell you that happens when a fool loves a fool

WHITE PEOPLE THING
© 2006 Brother Texas Music/Mother Texas Music Corp.

If you got a place where the grass is green
and the sky is blue and the air is clean
and you got a church but you never go
that's a white people thing
that's a white people thing.

If you know your neighbours
and you neighbour is good
and you like your neighbour
and your neighbourhood
and you shake his hand
and you say hello
that's a white people thing
that's a white people thing.

It's so nice to live in the suburb
where white is the absence of colour
don't look for a brother
or bother a mother
who hopes exclusively wry
that's a white people thing!

When you see a neighbour
when you walk at night
and you're not affraid
cause his face is right
but you carry a gun
cause you never know
that's a white people thing
that's a white people thing!

WON'T YOU TELL YOUR DREAMS
©

Spoken intro:
Dreams have never been my friends. When I had you, I never dreamed of you. And since you`re gone I've dreamed of nothing else. Dreams have never been my friends.

Ahh…
I've learned to do some simple things
like lock the door and shut the lights
and pay the paper boy on time
and try to miss you less each night.
So please, won`t you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Please won't you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Dahh…

I took the dog out for a walk
I gave the laundrymen a beer
I washed the dishes in the sink
and took your picture of the mirror.
So please, won`t you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Please won't you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Dahh…

I saw a movie just last night
I sat and cried the whole way through
I went to bed at ten o'clock
I closed my eyes and there was you.
So please, won`t you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Please won't you tell your dreams to leave my room alone.
Alone.

YOUR GROOVY SELF
©

Don’t talk to strangers on the bus
You know that could be dangerous
Don’t walk on sticks or stones
Don’t answer ringing phones
You know I got to worry
Till you bring your groovy self on home to me

Don’t take up with no alley cat
They really don’t know where it’s at
Don’t fall or trip on things
Stay away from happenings
You know I got to worry
Til you bring your groovy self on home to me

Be careful walking down the street
You never know what you might meet
Don’t change a thing or two
I’m hung up child on you
And you know I got to worry
Till you bring your groovy self on home to me

Get your groovy self on home

YOUR SWEET LOVE
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

Stranger's arms reach out to me cause they know I'm so lonely
Then my mind goes back to you your sweet love sees me through
Your sweet love sees me through
[strings]
Stranger's eyes see through me they know I need company
Then I stop and think of you your sweet love sees me through
Your sweet love sees me through
[strings]
Strangers take my loneliness tell me that they understand
Until the death I'll think of you and your sweet love sees me through
Your sweet love sees me through