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Song What We Love To Do(Album Version) - The Statler Brothers. Going from town to town and knocking door to door. Writin' songs on napkins to keep from gettin' bored. Starving for some work and a
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, grape Tru-Aid, The Sadie Hawkins Dance. Pedal pushers, duck tail hair and peggin' your pants. Howdie-Doodie, Tutti-Frutti, the seam up the back of her hose. Ahh, do you remember those? James Dean, he
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Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing hair. Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care. Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on the make. And Paul sells life insurance and
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Well, I ain't a gonna need this house no longer. Ain't a gonna need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles, ain't got time to fix the floor. Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to
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Everybody knows when you go to the show. You can't take the kids along. You've gotta read the paper and know the code. Of G, PG and R and X. And you gotta know what the movie's about. Before you
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Well, I ain't a gonna need this house no longer. Ain't a gonna need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles, ain't got time to fix the floor. Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to
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Bài hát Flowers On The Wall - The Statler Brothers. I've been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness. But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience, I guess. If I were walkin' in your
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friends are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty one. Smokin' cigarettes and watchin
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Dashing through the snow. In a one horse open sleigh. O'er the fields we go. Laughing all the way. . Bells on Bob-tails ring. Making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing. A
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She was called a scarlet woman by the people. Who would go to church but left me in the streets. With no parents of my own, I never had a home. But an eighteen year old boy has got to eat She
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friends are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty one. Smokin' cigarettes and watchin
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friends are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty one. Smokin' cigarettes and watchin
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She was standin' in the crowd. All alone and lookin' pretty. Listening to the music that we played. She walked up and whispered. I leaned down and listened. To the request that she made. . "Do
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are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun. . Chorus. Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire 'til dawn, with a deck of fifty-one. Smokin' cigarettes and
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I saw her from a distance. As she walked up to the wall. In her hand she held some flowers. As her tears began to fall She took out pen and paper. As to trace her memories. She looked up to
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and it won't be long. I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne No, the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
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and it won't be long. I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne No, the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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