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(Ben Mink)
Last night I heard
A ruckus down the road
No time to lose and so away I go
I saw the lights
At the junction...
Pulled in my wheel
And checked the show
(Turn me round)
(They're) Dancin' round, round, round
(Turn me round)
Square dancin' round, round, round
And down and round
(Turn me round)
They're dancin' round, round, round
(Turn me, turn me, turn me)
They're dancin' round
(Turn me, turn me, turn me)
I couldn't believe it
So I circled back and then
Cooled up my engine
And I walked right in
Allemande left and rip it on up
And circle back and go
It was a square dance
Like a rockin' rodeo
Wait up, little boy!
Take it home, partner
Tears it on up and do-se-do
Don't you let go
Just reel and reel and reel
And rock it all over and back
Now circle left, then circle right...on back
Take it from the top
And tear it on up
And never let her go
Just dance a little longer
I danced and partied
Till my feet went through the floor
I swung my partner
Till I couldn't stand no more
Allemande left and circle back
Circle round and then
We rocked and rolled around
And did it again
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Hey yo, told you before
Tell you when I find a decoy
Sittin' in the water
With your hopes up hgh
Have you takin' a nosedive hard, boy
Hey yo, told you so
They'll be aimin' at you
You know I told you so
But I didn't say it wouldn't get boring
From the...to the...
To the buckaroos
Hopin' that you'll choose the real thing
Dance on, don't you know
We got somethin' to do
Hey yo, anywhere it goes
It's high time for a detour
Deep, deep water pull you down
Time to get your feet on the ground
Hey yo, anywhere it goes
It's high time for a detour
Hey yo, anywhere it goes
It's high time for a detour
Hey, hey yo
Hey, hey, hey yo
Hey yo
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(k.d. lang)
Starving, I've got this hunger
Growing from deep within
Carving an internal thunder
Oh a craving that wears me thin
Well, it's hard to ingest
So many faces
I get my fill but still
Those passersby
Leave me empty
On a diet of strange places
It all should enhance my senses
Tell me why
Does the spice of loneliness
Seem all but tasteless
And lays there
To haunt me from inside
And leaves me...
Many a trap
Are set and baited
From tension
Of temptation of the game
But ones who are fed
Are those who waited
Takes...
Leaves it curbed and tame
Only time'll find me home
And safely set
But until that time I'll remain
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(Billy Jones/Amos Boyd)
I love the brunettes, blonds
And the redheads, too
Love 'em since I don't know when
I love 'em all right down the line
And then I start all over again
I start all over again
I got the bull by the horns
In a downhill drag
Things are better
Than they ever have been
I missed a lot of lovin'
In my lifetime
But I'm never gonna do it again, no
Never gonna do it again
Well, as a kid in school
I guess I done pretty well
All hung around me then
But I acted shy
And I let 'em get away
But I'm never gonna do it again, no no
Never gonna do it again
Over this town
Tryin' to find the places you've been
And I missed your huggin'
On the first go around
But I'm never gonna go around again
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(k.d. lang/Dennis Marcenko/Gordon Matthews/Tadeuz Borowiecki)
Watch your step polka
Watch your step polka
Watch your ... step
Watch your step polka
Watch your step polka
Watch your ...
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(Joe South)
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes
When you take you got to give so live and let live or let go ooo oooo
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden.
I can't promise you things like big diamonds rings
But you don't find roses growing fields of clover so better think it over
When if sweet talking you would make it come true
I'd give you the world right now on a silver platter but what would it matter
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic
Come on and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that's what it takes to hold you I just too soon let you go
But there's one thing I want you to know
You better look before you leap still water runs deep
And it won't always be someone there to put you out
And you know what I'm talkin' about
So smile for a while and let's be jolly love shouldn't be so melancholic
Come on and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes
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(Ben Mink)
Well, if you wanna keep me movin'
Then take my heart
I got a one way ticket
Don't you know
If you're too gone to rock
To get to where you're goin'
Start into my station
Baby, look what...
Wake up, take it up
In your hands
And switch it over to my band
I got somethin'...
Anythin' you need
So dial k.d.lang
On your trucker's CB
Hey now, baby
Turn off the news
You're drivin' me crazy
Hey now, baby, please
Tune into my wave
Tune into my wave
Hey, Listen to me, baby listen to me
Got a rock my baby boogie
And an alligator shoe
I got one foot, two foot
Sugarfoot rags
Turn on to my station
Baby, don't be a drag
Listen to me, baby
It's understood
I got while...
In cowboy boots groovin' to my daddy
On my daddy radio
Can you dig it like I dig it
Can you dig it at all
Well, you got everything you need
Don't touch that dial
Stakin', I'm not fakin'
Till you dig it a while
I know I'm right
I just can't be wrong
Need a little help
To make you come undone
So relax
Loosen your noose
Tune in or tune out
To get into the groove
Can you dig it like I dig it
Can you dig it with me
When the rockabilly move it
You might break up the scene
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(k.d. lang)
Angel, angel from the sky
Came right down to sit beside
This lonely achin' heart of mine
That now, folks, feels sublime
Now I'm a walkin', talkin'
And a spinnin'
I can't keep my face from grinnin'
Things are roarin', soarin'
Oh what a feelin'
And to think it's just beginnin'
Angel with a lariat
Carry me home sweet chariot
With you
Angel toss your rope around
Yank me up from the ground
Sound the trumpets, send a hue
Ascending angels through the blue
I feel emancipation
No, I don't worry
Set my bugaboos down to worry
There's no aggravation
There's no worry
For I have found a true love surely
Yeah
With you
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(k.d. lang)
Folks been diggin' into the ground
Won't be stoppin' until it's found
They might dig all the way to China
That would be just fine
You understand what I'm sayin'
They don't wanna work
They're hopin' and a prayin' for
Pay dirt
Folks are goin' to the rivers
And siftin' in the sand
All they've been findin'
Is the lids of tin cans
Of course it doesn't stop 'em
There's big bucks sellin' junk
Then turn around and buy it
For more than it's worth
They gamble and they bargain for
Pay dirt, pay dirt, pay dirt
Pay dirt
Well, I heard tell that some folks
Won't fall in love
Unless the one they's courtin'
Got more than enough
Well, nothin' gets the heart a goin'
Faster than a wad of dough
Unless it's the price of
A tease and a flirt
And promises of fistfuls
Pay dirt, pay dirt
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(Eddie Miller/W.S. Stevenson)
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a small cafe
A stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes
In an ashtray
I watched her take him from me
Now his love is no longer my own
now they have gone
And I sit alone
And watch one cigarette
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