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Sefronia (1973)
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Sometimes I think about Saturday's child
And all about the times when we were running wild
I've been out searching for the dolphins in the sea
Ah, but sometimes I wonder, do you ever think of me

This old world will never change the way it's been
And all the ways of war won't change it back again
I've been out searchin' for the dolphin in the sea
Ah, but sometimes I wonder, do you ever think of me

This old world will never change

Lord, I'm not the one to tell this old world how to get along
I only know that peace will come when all our hate is gone
I've been a-searchin' for the dolphins in the sea
ah, but sometimes I wonder, do you ever think of me.

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Well I wish I was your sweet little honey man,
Just a hanging 'round the rising sun,
You know you can't hold out against a boy who's
A whiskey fast and a honey slow;
I wish I was, I wish I was your,
I wish I was your honey man,
I wish I was your, sweet little honey man;
And when the bee's inside the hive,
You gonna holler in the thick of love,
I'll buy you all the jag I can,
This honey man's gonna' sting you again;

A when I come a home to you honey,
Oh, your little eyes never flicker,
I wished I was that cool,
And then your love just a wouldn't matter at all

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Because of you, I face the world with pride,
Because you are the breeze I drift upon
In heaven flows from your eyes,
Even though I've told lies,
It always seems so long
Since we made love this strong,
I think it's time we tried,
To bring these dreams alive and drain 'em dry

Somehow, when I'm in your arms,
Deep in the blindness of love,
You become all the women,
I have ever known,
Searching your skin;

Because of you, I face the world with pride,
Because you are the breeze I drift upon
In heaven flows from your eyes,
Even though I've told lies,
It always seems so long
Since we made love this strong,
I think it's time we tried,
To bring these dreams alive and drain 'em dry

I hope you understand,
What makes this man,
Want to you right

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Operator, number please, it's been so many years
She'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha,
This is ol' Tom Frost
Now I'm calling long distance don't worry 'bout the cost
It's been twenty years or more now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all
And...those were days of roses of poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrow
We packed away our sorrows and saved 'em for a rainy day and
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you

I feel so much older now, you're much older too
How's the husband, and how's the kids, you know I got married too
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature

I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am
But all that really mattered then was that I was a man
Guess that our bein' together was never meant to be
But, Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see and...

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Your sweet love is like a quicksand,
A pullin' me under, and I wonder,
How deep does it go,
You know the sky is closin' up above me,
Everytime you touch me woman,
I'm like a tiger prowlin' in the moonlight
Quicksand, quicksand a pullin' me under;
Sometimes a love takes a funny turn around
Can make a paradise out of flat champagne,
A but once the party's started,
Tell me who can complain;
Quicksand, pulling me under
For love will find you,
Find you walkin' on the shore,
Inside the wind it calls out to you,
A longing melody pledges my soul to love,
To live in love for love,
To stay in love for love, alone

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Just like the sun chase the moon around,
Just like the fox--he chase the rabbit down,
Well I've been wantin' you woman,
But it ain't no habit,
No don't you come too near me,
'Cause I'm a liable to grab it:
'Cause I'm a stone in love,
I can almost taste it, I can almost taste it,
Lord I'm a and I was born not to waste it, mmm..,
Born not to waste it Lord,
Oh, now baby; I got midnight fever,
You're young enough to catch me,
And you're old enough to tease me,
When we start shakin'
Down to the bone,
I get so crazy
I can't leave you alone;

Oh, now woman a we're gonna roll you,
We're gonna' shake it on down to the bone;
We're gonna party, honey
All night long
'Til the folks next door move back to Cocomo

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Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
Oh my coal black sister,
When black coal burns it ripens
She pried the whip out of her master's hand


And lashed at her own skin
So she'd be master, how could she know
This was just a dream born,
Of a new knot in the bullwhip

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I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
But you hike in shells and feathers
Up the African beach,
I am king here, tied to this hut by the King's chain
My power's like a tree and green taboo to me

The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers,
And blue flies circle your head like stars;
Jump into me now, I must not see the water,
Let me sip weakness from your dark nipples

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Sally go round the roses (4x)
Oh, Sally don't you go down
Oh, darlin', don't you go down

Honey, the saddest thing in the whole wide world
Is to find your woman been with another girl
Sally, don't you do down
Aw, darlin', don't you go down

I'm going downtown
Lord, I'm drinkin' tonight
I'm goin downtown
Gonna drink myself blind
Goin' downtown
Gonna be dancin' tonight
Goin' down town
Gonna kick 'em up high (?)

It's been a long time
Since I've had my way
It's been a long time
Since I've had my way at all
I want to do that (drunken?)belly rub
I want to sing that juke box melody
I want to stroll
Like we used to stroll
Way back home in Baltimore

Sally go round the roses (4x)
Sally, don't you go down
Oh, darlin don't you go down
The saddest thing in this whole wide world
Is to find your baby been with another girl

Sally, don't you go down
Oh, mama, don't you go down town

I'm singin' Sally go round the roses. . .

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