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Angel eyes angel eyes
The ways of the world are feeble
Don't give up on simple people
Angle eyes stun those nights
The blues you can live wthout
It's not what you song's about
Angel eyes angel eyes
Tell me what would we're doin'
Without the light from angel eyes
You can move the hearts of men
Just with a phrase you're turning
Since hearts ever have been yearning
Bear with us bear so alone
Thin lines you've been living on
Are so close to the danger zone
Angel eyes angel eyes
Tell me what would we're doin'
Without the light from angel eyes
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I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.
See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
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There are those who can leave love or take it
Love to them is just what they make it
I wish that I were the same
But love is my fav'rite game
I fall in love too easily
I fall in love too fast
I fall in love too terribly hard
For love to ever last
My heart should be well-schooled
'Cause I've been burned in the past
And still I fall in love too easily
I fall in love too fast
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My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling but still I can't see fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the south and though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth my window faces the south
[ fiddle - ac.guitar ]
My window faces the south...
My window faces the south
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