One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Now the boys all thought I’d lost my sense,
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, “Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots.”
Let me take you baby, down to the river bed
Got to tell you somethin’, go right to your head
Cause I got a line on you, babe
I got a line on you
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You better stop the things you do
I tell ya I ain’t lyin’
I ain’t lyin’
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside
Gonna study war no more.
Lay down beside me
Hold me and hide me
Kiss all the hurtin’ of this world away…
Lay down, lay down, let it all down,
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown.
Lay down, lay down, let it all down,
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown.
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in some watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
because my love is come to me.
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But I got a heart like a wheel, baby, let’s go
Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, we’ll roll
Yes, the wheels are turning for us, girl.
And the times are starting to roll.
Any man can get where he wants to
If he’s got some fire in his soul.
My love has no beginning, my love has no end
No front no back, my love won’t bend
I’m in the middle, I’m lost in a spin
Loving you
And you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know
How glad I am
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
They tried to tell us we’re too young
Too young to really be in love
They say that loves a word
A word we’ve only heard
But can’t begin to know
The meaning of
And they called it puppy love
Oh I guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels
And why I love her so
Fairy tales can come true,
It can happen to you,
If you’re young at heart…
She was just 17,
You know what I mean,
And the way she looked was way beyond compare…
You are the dancing queen,
Young and sweet, only seventeen–
Dancing queen,
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah…
“How old are you my fair pretty maid
How old are you my honey?”
She answered me so cheerfully
“Well, I’m seventeen come Sunday”
Tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is a-courting one two three,
Pray, would you tell me who is she?
Sunday Morning
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
coffee and oranges in a sunny chair.
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
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