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Can you believe me when I say, "There's nothin' I like better". Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another. The beauty of it is so pure
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right in his soul. Poor boy got rythmn. Poor boy got blues. Poor boy got boogie woogie bubblin' in his shoes. . Ya got hambone rythmn and cardbroad box. Ya got friends to eeeff with. Ya got funkie
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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This is a story 'bout a poor girl. A story that you ought to know. She lived all alone in a one room flat. On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time. She'd go and put
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Poor mum, poor mum. After a lifetime of dreaming. Poor mum, poor mum. Whatever became of your scheming Nothing worked out. In the way that you planned. Nothing was quite as you thought. Try
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Bài hát Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt. Well I lay my head on the railroad track. Waiting on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more. Poor poor pitiful me. Poor poor pitiful me
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Poor Boy Blues. One Day, Baby, You Will See. You're Gonna Give All Your Love To Me. I'm The One, Babe, That You're Gonna Choose. But In The Meantime, I Got These Poor Boy Blues. Pick It Son, Pick It Nice
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Help the poor, won't you help poor me?. Have a heart, won't you baby, listening to my plea?. I need all your love, I need your care. I need all of your love, you can spare Help the poor, help the
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, oh what a shame He's a poor old man. Poor old man. Poor old man. Can we help you? Things are at their worst, what should he do first?. He must wonder, no one wants to know. He must spread his
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low
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I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin. You can take the truthful things you've said to me. And fit them on the head of a pin Poor Napoleon. Poor Napoleon You always look so disappointed
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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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just can't decide. . i let them roll right by. ((i like them rich girls)). . like them at the same time. ((i like them poor girls))
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There's another one due in three month's time. She'll have to paint the spare room blue. She'll work a little overtime. And hope it all works out for Frank and her. If she can keep him home
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(B. Cummings - D. Troiano). . Rich world, poor world, everyday it's gettin' modified. Rich world, poor world, aren't you glad you're on the Western side,. Individual luxury just might be the
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Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2 21 Trk 21. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album Parchman Farm Blues - Roots rts 33055. . Poor boy a long way from home
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better watch your back when the poor man gets the blues. Rich man waltzed right into her life and swept her off her feet. For all his fame and his fortune. Lord knows I couldn't compete. When he took her
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grow old. Oo hoo hoo. . What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo. What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo. . The crackle of the radio. A message in the evening sky. You're looking at an
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Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me. For you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms. You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms When it is you
