Your’s are the sweetist eyes I’ve ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but,
Now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind…
Could this be real?
The conflict is done
Thinking you have won
The guilt deep inside
Will never quite die
Affection Lies
What a surprise
You cut me deep
Now watch me bleed
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Ev’rything is so benign
The safest place you’ll ever find
God forbid you change your mind, he thinks he’ll keep her
You know your jokes ain’t all that funny
But, I’ll keep on laughing if you want me too
Nobody understands why I love you
I can’t live without you…
Oh, I hear laughter in the rain,
Walking hand in hand with the one I love.
Oh, how I love the rainy days and the happy way I feel inside…
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, “Oh, it’s you”
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, “I never knew”
"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
You’re the love that I’ve looked for, come with me, and escape
Just in case you change your mind
And decide to give me one more try
I’ll be waiting in the wings
Just in case you change your mind
She tries not to shatter
Kaleidoscope style
Personality changes behind her red smile
Every new problem brings a stranger inside
Helplessly forcing one more new disguise
Christine, the strawberry girl
Christine, banana split lady
And dear Christine, I’m just a man who
Believes in dreams that come true.
And if you feel like I do,
When I return I’ll find you hanging on…
Set me free
Why don’t you ba’y
Get out my life
Why don’t you baby
You don’t really love me
You just keeps me hangin’ on
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree
Southern trees bearing a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the root
Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded
So there was no note or letter found where
He died. Just a rope around his neck
And the kitchen table turned on it’s side
When the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the jail, madam
They strung her up on the willow across the way
And the moment before she died
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam
The next day was hangin’ day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink
The hangin’ judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink
The only person on the scene missin’ was the Jack of Hearts
Well, the Georgia Patrol was a’makin’ their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag ‘em down
And a big-bellied sheriff got his gun and said “why’dya do it?”
And the judge said “Guilty” in a make-believe trial
And slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile
Said’ supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it"
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands
“What are the bugles blowin’ for?” said Files-on-Parade.
“To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said.
“What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade.
“I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch”, the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,
The regiment’s in ‘ollow square — they’re hangin’ him to-day;
They’ve taken of his buttons off an’ cut his stripes away,
An’ they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh