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Yayo
03:20
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I like the snake on your tattoo
I like the Ivy and the
Ink blue, yayo, yeah you, yayo
You have to take me right now
From this dark trailer park
Life now, yayo, how now, yayo
Put me onto your black motorcycle
Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do"
It only takes two hours to Nevada
I wear your sparkle
You call me your mama
Let me put on a show for you tiger
Let me put on a show
Let me put on a show I said hey
Let me put on a show
Hello Heaven
You are a tunnel lined with yellow lights
On a dark night (Dark night)
Yayo, yes you, yayo
So put me onto your black motorcycle
Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do"
It only takes two hours to Nevada
I wear your sparkle
You call me your mama
Let me put on a show for you honey
Let me put on a show
Let me put on a show for you I said hey
Let me put on a show
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2. |
The Bargain Store
03:18
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My life is likened to a bargain store
And I may have just what you're looking for
If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used
But with a little mending it could be as good as new
Why you take for instance this old broken heart
If you will just replace the missing part
You would be surprised to find how good it really is
Take it and you never will be sorry that you did
The bargain store is open, come inside
You can easily afford the price
Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise
And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied
Take these old used memories from the past
And these broken dreams and plans that didn't last
I'll trade them for a future, I can't use them anymore
I've wasted love but I still have some more
The bargain store is open, come inside
You can easily afford the price
Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise
And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied
My life is likened to a bargain store
And I may have just what you're looking for
If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used
But with a little mending it could be as good as new
The bargain store is open, come inside
The bargain store is open, come inside
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All My Trials
04:40
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Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
All my trials, Lord soon be over
I've got a little book with pages three,
And every page spells liberty,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy,
You know the rich would live
And the poor would die,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
There grows a tree in Paradise,
The pilgrims call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
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4. |
Virgin Mary Had One Son
02:24
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The Virgin Mary had one Son
Ooh, Glory Hallelujia
Ooh, Pretty little baby
Glory be to the newborn King
Some call him Jesus,
I think I'll call him Saviour
Ooh, I think I'll call him Saviour
Glory be to the newborn King
Riding from the East there came three wise men,
Ooh, came three wise man,
Ooh, came three wise man,
Glory to be the new born King.
Said, "Follow that star, you'll surely find the baby,
Ooh, surely find the baby,
Ooh, surely find the baby,
Glory be to the new born King".
Well, the Virgin Mary had a one son
Ooh, Glory Hallelujia
Ooh, Pretty little baby
Glory be to the newborn King
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5. |
With God On Our Side
05:29
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Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side
The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side
I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them, we're forced to
Then fire, them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side
Through many a dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ was
Betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
That if God's on our side
He'll stop the next war
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Little cuckoo bird
Why you sitting in the hollow tree?
While you’re singing in the ivy
Don’t forget about me.
Have you ever heard
What they say about the carefree?
Did you ever really care for me,
Little bird, high in your tree?
(ooh)
Little, little one
Only you know what I’m thinking of
I am dreaming of my one true love
When you open up and sing
And all the other birds
They don’t know, they don’t compare with the
Things that you know how to do, you see
Little bird, but do you see…
That my heart is breaking every time
I think of you leaving,
For the night’s are young
Winter’s come
Soon you’ll slip away
How I wish that I could keep you safe
Here in my arms, forevermore
But I know it can’t be so
I hate to see you go.
Little, little one
Only know one thing before you leave
You don’t know how you have cared for me
Every moment that you sing
And maybe someone new
Would be happy if they heard your song
But I pray that it won’t be long
‘Til you come back in the spring
(lala)
How I miss you more each passing breath
But I hope it won’t be long
‘Til you might come back to me
Sing sweetly.
(ooh)
Little cuckoo bird,
I’ll remember you—remember me,
Though I never could be carefree,
Don’t forget about me.
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Belle-Skinner New York, New York
Belle-Skinner is an indie-folk artist from upstate NY/Bklyn who mixes mid-century pop with fingerstyle contemporary folk, and then makes you cry.
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