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1973 |
1. | Sitting On Top Of The World |
2. | Living With The Blues |
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5. | Love O' Love |
6. | Bill Cheeatham/Old Joe Clark |
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8. | Ancient History |
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10. | Lovesick Blues |
11. | New Mule Skinner Blues |
12. | Happy Trails |
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Sitting On Top Of The World |
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Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them, that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Mochree,
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sit
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
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You took me up to heaven
Oh, when you took me in your arms
I was dazzled by your beauty
Blinded by your charms
I was lost in a fool's paradise
Good and lost in a fool's paradise
Well, when you told me that you loved me
And I gave my heart to you
Oh, well, I wondered
If there could be any truth in love so new
I was lost in a fool's paradise
Good and lost in a fool's paradise
The whole world was my kingdom
And your love, the gem in my crown
But when I saw you glance at a new romance
You know my love came tumbling down
Oh well, you treat me a kinda coolish
And you never let me know
That you think I'm being foolish
Because I love you so
I'll still get lost in a fool's paradise
Good and lost in a fool's paradise
Well, the whole world was my kingdom
And your love, the gem in my crown
But when I saw you glance at a new romance
You know my love came tumbling down
Oh, you know you treat me a kinda coolish
And you never let me know
Oh, that you think I'm being foolish
Because I love you so
I'll still get lost in a fool's paradise
Lost with you in a fool's paradise
Yes, I'll still get lost in a fool's paradise
So doggone lost in a fool's paradise
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Bill Cheeatham/Old Joe Clark |
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Everyday
It's getting closer, going faster
than a rollercoaster
Love like your's
Will surely come my way
ahey ahey hey
Everyday
It's getting faster
Everyone said:
"go on and ask her,
love like your's wille surely come my way"
ahey ahey hey
Everyday
Seems a little longer
Everyway
Love's a little stronger
Come with me
Do you ever long for true love from me?
Everyday
It's getting closer, going faster
than a rollercoaster
Love like your's
Will surely come my way
ahey ahey hey
Love like your's
Will surely come my way
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I'm always light-hearted and easy
Not a care in this world have I
Because I am loved by an Allie
And I couldn't forget if I try.
She lives far away ov'er the mountains
Where the little birds sing on the trees
And the cabins are covered with ivy
And my Allie is waiting for me.
It's over, it's over the mountains
Where the little birds sing on the trees
And the cabins are covered with ivy
And my Allie is waiting for me.
The day I bid goodbye to Allie
That day I will never forget
For the tears bubbled up from their slumber
I fancied if I've seen them yet.
They looked like the pearls from the ocean
As she wept her tale of love
And she said my dear boy, don't forget me
Till we meet here again or above.
It's over, it's over the mountains
Where the little birds sing on the trees
And the cabins are covered with ivy
And my Allie is waiting for me.
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