I wrote you a letter but I threw it away I knew I would, I would if I waited a day It made me feel better, what I had to say I knew it would, it did but
I do everything he never would I'm mechanical man When I say that understood I only knew where to stand But I'll be there for you If your world's on
us free Up on the mountain, down in the valley Living' on sweet vibrations, some folks call it love Up on the mountain, down in the valley Living on sweet vibrations, some folks
a history book, now It's not what they taught me Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore Your mama never told you Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore Your mama
at that same old view Just we two Darby and Joan who used to be Jack and Jill The folks who like to be called What they have always been called The folks
Oh Connie, Oh Connie, I miss you so. Where have you gone to? Oh, Connie-O, My Connie-O, Connie-O My darling, my darling, What changed your mind? My heart
Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight my love Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight my love Goodnight my love, (night my love) Pleasant dreams and sleep tight my
Cry myself to sleep So my friends ask if we are through I'm glad that I am rid of you But when no ones around With all the shades drawn down That?s when
She was my surfer girl, W surfed in the sun. Where are you surfer girl Now our fun is done? Angry sea, took my love from me. No surfing today )no surfing
Stay Just a little bit longer Please, please, please, please, please Tell me that you're going to Stay Just a little bit longer Please, please, please
here as i watch the ships go by i'm rooted to my shore I keep asking myself why And if there's more on the other side Here as I see the friends I thought
Oh, don't it hurt deep inside To see someone do something' to her? Oh, don't it pain to see someone cry? Oh especially when someone is her Silence is
somebody else around But I can't give no aid or take no side I just watch them drag each other down Because some folks is even whiter than me Some folks
Some folks Love to see red Some folks Never talk about it Some folks Crave a blue lady Some folks Know and still they doubt it I'm just no good without
smells just like sweet perfume, Old dogs lying over by the door, Watermelon rhine Mama puts up in a jar, And the city folks, they call us poor. Singing
Folk songs can tell us tales about the times we live And help remind us of what's passed To our sons we can leave some signs So like our fathers we might
Come here alone and they leave in twos Except for you and me who just came to use If you're all done like you said you'd be What are you doing hanging
a folk instrument in which category the piano does not alas qualify so imagine if you That I am playing an 88 string guitar. We are the folk song army