I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Susie Q
Like walking in the rain and the snow,
When there’s nowhere to go,
And you’re feelin like a part of you is dying.
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes…
I’m walkin" on sunshine - whoooah.
Because you’re mine, I walk the line.
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One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
When you’re alone, and life is making you lonely
You can always go
Downtown
Jesus just left Chicago
And He’s bound for New Orleans
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago
And He’s bound for New Orleans
Working one end to the other
And all points in between
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord, you know I’m one
Come on,
Oh baby don’t you want to go?
Come on,
Oh baby don’t you want to go?
Back to that same old place,
Sweet home Chicago.
Through pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home
Sometimes, this old farm feels like a long, lost friend
And hey, it’s good to be back home again.
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a wonder mutt
E-I-E-I-O
With a burp burp here
And a burp burp there
Here a burp, there a burp
Everywhere a burp burp
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
burp
I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm, gonna join in a rock and roll band.
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I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy’s cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helping hand
Ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away.
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Wild thing, you make my heart sing, you make everything groovy.
Baby you and me
We’ve got a groovy kind of love