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The Cuckoo is a pretty bird
Painting by Rose-Marie Klintman
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Repeat quotations
Big politician telling lies
Restaurant kitchen, all full of flies
Don't make a bit of difference
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Ten thousand women all dressed in white
Standin’ at my window wishing me goodnight
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You don’t touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow
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And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
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It’s a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re headin’ out
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
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Twilight on the frozen lake
North wind about to break
On footprints in the snow
Silence down below
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Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully
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You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Taking care of somebody nice
Who don't know how to do you wrong
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But I ain’ a-got Corrina
Life don’t mean a thing
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I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
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All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
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The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn’t Henry Porter
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When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it’s Eastertime too
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Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
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I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range
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I was born here and I’ll die here
against my will
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Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
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Hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one
She may have been a whore, but she was a hot one
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You’ve been captured but by whom?
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Well my heart’s in the Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
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What looks large from a distance
Close up ain’t never that big
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There was an old man and he lived in the moon
One summer’s day he came passing by
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The mailman comes in
Even he’s gotta take a side
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I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee
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Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties on the board
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Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street
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He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same
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If you don’t believe there’s a price for this sweet paradise
Remind me to show you the scars
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And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world
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Mama, of course, she said, "Hi!"
"Have you heard the news?" he said, with a grin
"The Vice-President’s gone mad!"
"Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night"
"Hmm, say, that’s too bad!"
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Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters
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I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours
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Don’t know which one is worse
Doing your own thing or just being cool
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With four and twenty windows
And a woman’s face in ev’ry one
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I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law
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There’s a kingdom called Heaven
A place where there is no pain of birth
Well the Lord created it, mister
About the same time He made the earth
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She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
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A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, "Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing"
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Why would I want to take your life?
You’ve only murdered my father, raped his wife
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Like the stillness in the wind
’Fore the hurricane begins
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Went to see the gypsy
Stayin’ in a big hotel
He smiled when he saw me coming
And he said, “Well, well, well”
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But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
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She got stuff more potent
than a gypsy curse
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Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in the mind of Miss X
You know she got such a sweet disposition
I never know what the poor girl’s gonna do to me next
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The moon is shinin’ bright
Lighting ev’rything in sight
But tonight no light will shine on me
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It’s unbelievable like a lead balloon
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Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
A nasty, dirty, double-crossin’, backstabbin’ phony I didn’t wanna have to be dealin’ with
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Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
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