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Fishing In The Dark Lazy yellow moon comin' up tonight, shinin' thru the trees Crickets are singin' and lightning bugs are floatin' on the breeze Baby get ready Across the field where the creek turns back by the ole stump road I'm gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows Baby get ready, Ooohhhh CHORUS You and me going fishing in the dark Lying on our backs and counting the stars Where the cool grass grows Down by the river in the full moon light We'll be fallin' in love in the middle of the night Just movin' slow Stayin' the whole night thru, feels so good to be with you Spring is almost over and the summer's come And the days are gettin' long Waited all winter for the time to be right, just to take you along Baby get ready And it don't matter if we sit forever and the fish don't bite Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night Baby get ready, OoooooooOoo Repeat CHORUS |
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An American Dream I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say My mind was drifting off on Martinique Bay It's not that I'm not interested you see Augusta, Georgia is just no place to be CHORUS: I think Jamaican in the moonlight Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night We got no money, mama, but we can go We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove Keep on talking, mama, I can hear Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear I feel a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear CHORUS Voila! An American Dream Well we can travel girl without any means When it's as easy as closing your eyes And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign Just keep talking, mama, I like that sound It goes so easy with that rain falling down I think a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear Voila! An American Dream. Yeah, we can travel girl without any means When it's as easy as closing your eyes And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign CHORUS |
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MR. BOJANGLES I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high He jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was Down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life He talked of life He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance Oh, he jumped so high Then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh He let go a laugh Pushed back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs Throughout the south He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him Traveled about The dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars He said I drinks a bit He shook his head And as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please Please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance |
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