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Written by John Mellencamp. . It's rainin' on me. Watch the cab drive you away. I see the night bein' eatin' up. By just another day. I guess I'd better accept. That we just didn't have a lot
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Written by John Mellencamp and John Prine. . So you went to a party at Jacqueline Onassis. If you're so smart why don't you wear glasses. So you can see what you're doin' to me. So you can see
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Written by John Mellencamp and Will Cary. . Riding in the park with your golden tan. You got your new tattoo half devil half man. Straddlin' a stallion made of chrome and steel. Spittin' out
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Pretty girls in beat up cars. Throwing kisses to the soldiers. Pale blue eyes and whisky bars. The lines on her face say she's getting older. Girl you better reach
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My Sweet Love - John Mellencamp. Sweet love standing at my gate. Oh my sweet love. It sure would feel good to feel good again. Oh my sweet love. You say that you need me. You’ll always believe me. Oh
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Oh, they like to get you in a compromising position. They like to get you there and smile in your face. Well, they think they're so cute when they got you in that
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Written by John Mellencamp. . This ain't no make believe. I ain't foolin around this time. You can believe what you want to believe. It's a sin the way we've wasted our time. . Make me feel
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Written by John Mellencamp. . We weren't afraid of nothing. Wasn't nothing we couldn't do. She held her breath once for seven minutes. And never turned blue. . She could burn a woman down. If
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Written by John Mellencamp. . *I need a lover that won't drive me crazy. I need a lover that won't drive me crazy. I need a lover that won't drive me crazy. Some girl that knows the meaning of a
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Well I get up in the morning. Have a smoke, have a drink. Then I get dressed. I don't want to get to work too late. 'Cause that bossman he's a real mean son-of-a
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Written by John Mellencamp. . I bring you renegade stories. And you tell me I'm crazy and wild. You say that I lack maturity. Stop actin' like a child. But you know I am a liar. And my
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Ride. Artist Martina Mcbride. Yeah ahh yeah. You wake up from your dream and, and you don't want to face the day. You can't find a reason to think your world will ever change. You can hide beneath
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Surrender. Artist Martina Mcbride. Baby why did we get into this. If all we’re gonna do is fight. About kids and money and stupid little things. Someone’s always is gotta be right. I was just
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Ride. Artist Martina Mcbride. Yeah ahh yeah. You wake up from your dream and, and you don't want to face the day. You can't find a reason to think your world will ever change. You can hide beneath
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Written by Dan Ross, John Mellencamp, and Larry Crane. . You may drive around in your town. Ina brand new shiny car. Your face in the wind your haircut's in. And your friends think you're
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Written by John Mellencamp. . The president he's a pretty nice guy. I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime. Drive around in his motorcade. Talk about those bills that ain't been paid. And
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Is this your life, Jackie Brown?. Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town. Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown?. This pretty little girl. In
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Written by John Mellencamp and George Green. . Well I've been up to the mountain. Seen the ashes down below. I had breakfast with the wise man. He told me what he thought I should know. And
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Well I was out on the town. I was out cruising around. Looking for a suitable bitch. To throw down on the ground. . I was out looking for a cheap shot. Well you
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Got my hands on a little bit of dough. So I went to the grocery store. And got some steaks to go. Went by and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo. We had ourselves a picnic
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Be yourself, boys. Let's get this show on the road. . Well I'm up every morning by 6 08. Take the Voltswagon bus up the interstate. Feel Charlie Manson just like
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Ain't no golden gates gonna swing open. Ain't no streets paved in natural pearl. Ain't no angel with a harp come singin'. Leastways not that I know of in this world
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Another sad sad day. The world's KO'd again. And I used to always say. No one could hit, like my old man. . **Do you really have to be so tough. Is it necessary
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Written by John Mellencamp. . (Night Slumming - burp 123). Well good evening to, the dirty bordellos. And good evening to, the girls who work uptown. And say hello, well hello, to the gay young
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Written by John Mellencamp and George Green. . This land today, shall draw it's last breath. And take into it's ancient depths. This frail reminder of it's giant, dreaming self. While I, with
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Well, we're droppin' our bombs. In the southern hemisphere. And people are starving. That live right here. And they're tearing down walls. In the name of peace
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Written by John Mellencamp. . I've ridden down Sunset. I drank expensive wine. I've been married 2 dozen times. Raised ten children on a workman's pay. And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Oh talk to me. Pretty girl in the corner. Tryin' out your s** appeal. Oh no, it won't bother me. If you talk about your tv Jims. And their overkill. You can be
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Written by John Mellencamp. . She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers. Who searches down the rich dick. So here comes, speak this way baby. Ain't no tongue some kinda a trick. So shake that
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Written by John Mellencamp. . There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood. He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard. You know he thinks that he's got it so
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Is this your life, Jackie Brown?. Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town. Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown?. This pretty little girl. In
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Wild Angels. Martina Mcbride. Between the perfect world and the bottom line. Keeping love alive in these troubled times. It's a miracle in itself. And we know too well what that's about. Still we
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Happy Girl - Martina Mcbride. Happy Girl. I used to live in a darkend room. Had a face of stone. And a heart of gloom. Lost my hope,I was so far gone. Cryin all my tears. With the curtains drawn. I
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Song Broken Umbrella - Martina McBride. You're walking around, rain coming down. I don't mind at all. Let all the clouds tear up and drown us. Winter, spring, summer, or fall . Cuz when I'm with
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Concrete Angel. Artist Martina Mcbride. She walks to school with the lunch She packed. Nobody knows what she's Holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress She wore yesterday. She hides the bruises with
