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Nat king cole. Written by mel torme and robert walls. . - (#3-1946). . Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,. Jack frost nipping at your nose,. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks
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Nat king cole. Written by mel torme and robert walls. . - (#3-1946). . Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,. Jack frost nipping at your nose,. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks
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Nat king cole. Written by mel torme and robert walls. . - (#3-1946). . Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,. Jack frost nipping at your nose,. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks
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. Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry rides his skateboard down the street. He's thirty-seven years old with six children. He sees the world through a ten year old boy's eyes. He doesn't even
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another man's wife. . Then early one October morning. She left Jerry with no warning. He said, " oh, darling won't you stay". And she said, " Jerry, I've got to get away". . Oh, sweet Jerry. The
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by nat and his daughter natalie cole. -words and music by irving gordon. . Unforgettable, that's what you are. Unforgettablethough near or far. Like a song of love that clings to me. How the
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by nat and his daughter natalie cole. -words and music by irving gordon. . Unforgettable, that's what you are. Unforgettablethough near or far. Like a song of love that clings to me. How the
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by nat and his daughter natalie cole. -words and music by irving gordon. . Unforgettable, that's what you are. Unforgettablethough near or far. Like a song of love that clings to me. How the
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by nat and his daughter natalie cole. -words and music by irving gordon. . Unforgettable, that's what you are. Unforgettablethough near or far. Like a song of love that clings to me. How the
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by nat and his daughter natalie cole. -words and music by irving gordon. . Unforgettable, that's what you are. Unforgettablethough near or far. Like a song of love that clings to me. How the
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presence everywhere. Oh I'm telling you man, Jerry was there. You could feel his presence everywhere. "I seen him man - looked me right in the face"
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henrys nursery, she discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as old king cole began to play, a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not f. Ng, for as he stood
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over and ask if. Chorus - Drake J. Cole. Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own. God Bless the woman that can hold patron. God Bless the homegirl that drove us home. No strings
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The Preacher and the Bear by Jerry Reed. . The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'. It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along. He got himself a mess a' mighty
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walk down the altar. With tears in his eyes, you gotta let her grow. And so I shall, but first I been honing my style. Coldest around, with more quotables than what the quota allows. You see a top ten
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. . Eddie Cochran. Jerry Lee. Phil and Don and Bobby Vee. The way the music used to be. . In the last century. The last century. Famous in the last century. Last century
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A buzzard took monkey for a ride in the air. The monkey thought that everything was on the square. The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back. But the monkey grabbed his neck and said
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I've been reading books of old. The legends and the myths. Achilles and his gold. Hercules and his gifts. Spider-Man's control. And Batman with his fists. And clearly, I don't see myself upon that
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to work. with his bag of tricks in his limousine. mugshots from magazines. face creams and photofits. to fit the face that doesn’t fit. the face behind the scream. the girl who would be beauty queen
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world in His hands . . . . He's got you and me brother, in His hands, . He's got you and me sister, in His hands, . He's got you and me brother, in His hands, . He's got the whole world in His hands
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a friend and his name is George. But he's not the one from Valley Forge. And he's never been President. That ain't the George we meet He's got a friend and his name is Gibs. It's, it's a dog, I
