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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . At night in the safety of shadows and numbers. Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers. The buying and selling of casual looks. Stuff that gets printed in
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Though the songwriters of the industry. Write most of the songs I do. And it's clear that no one will ever. Sing them quite the way I do. I think tonight I'll
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Luba, it was only the finest wine. Means or no means. Only the finest place to dine. Paris in the sixties. You had three sons. Handsome husband by your side
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Artist Joan Baez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger. His warm arms all around me?. How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul
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Song Iceland - Mary Chapin Carpenter. Last night I dreamed of icy cliffs. Standing on the precipice. I leaned to see just where the edge would take me. The wind came up, I closed my eyes. I heard a
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Bài hát La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) - Joan Baez. Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Yo soy como el chile verde
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Song I Was A Bird - Mary Chapin Carpenter. I was a bird that loved to fly. Catching the wind as it went south. And I could touch every inch of sky. And the sweetest songs trilled from my mouth But
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song What You Look For - Mary Chapin Carpenter. What you look for on a dirty street. Is a patch of green beneath your feet. A stubborn weed or traveling rose. Either one, it lives to grow What you
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(Mary Chapin Carpenter) You've been saying for the longest time that the time has come. You've been talking like you're of a mind to get some changing done. Maybe move out of the city, find some
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Song I Put My Ring Back On - Mary Chapin Carpenter. Who knows where faith comes from. But last night I put my ring back on. 'Cause here with you is where I belong. Last night I put my ring back on
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El Preso Numero Nueve. . Joan Baez. . Al preso numero nueve, ya lo van a confesar. Está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal. Porque ante este amanecer, la vida le han de quitar. Porque
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. sonbg He Thinks He'Ll Keep Her - Mary Chapin Carpenter. She makes his coffee, she makes his bed. She does the laundry, she keeps him fed. When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace. She
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger. His warm arms all around me?. How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul
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Suzane takes you down. To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by. You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy. That's why you want to be there. She feeds you tea
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I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed. rolling across an open plain,. I feel like something nobody needs. I feel my life drifting away,. drifting away - I feel like a broken wagon wheel. when I can't
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Stewball was a good horse. He wore his head high. And the mane on his foretop. Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England. I rode him in Spain. And I never did lose, boys. I always did gain S
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