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Baby's blue eyes Back to Believin' again Big Hurts Can Come (From Little White Lies) Blue Sky Shinin' Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy |
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Back to Believin' again Songwriters: Rory Bourke / Bob McDill |
Telephone, in the night I hear your voice as I switch on the light Then you say You've changed your mind Now you wished you'd Never say goodbye Ooo aft' all the times You've hurt me I should know It's gonna hurt again But here I go Back to believin' again I keep forgettin' where I've already been And even though I know That's there's no way That I could win, I'm Back to believin' again Promises, like before You'd think this Broken heart would Know the score But I'm still On the line And I feel me gettin' Weaker all the time Oh I know too well Just how it's gonna to be Oh I should be hangin' up But you've got me Back to believin' again I keep forgettin' where I've already been And even though I know That's there's no way That I could win, I'm Back to believin' again Back to believin' again I keep forgettin' where I've already been And even though I know That's there's no way That I could win, I'm Back to believin' again |
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Baby's blue eyes Songwriters: R. Samoset / M. Berl |
Baby told me that he loved me just last night And I know that's not how he feels With every single touch and when he holds me tight I know it isn't real I see something I can't hold Through the windows of his soul They keep telling me he's not in love with me Baby's blue eyes They can't hide the truth and soon I'll be as blue as my Baby's blue eyes So I go on hoping, holding on for one more day Maybe he'll love me tomorrow Cause if he knew what I found out, he would not stay So I steal all the time that he borrows I tried so hard to play it cool oh but I've always been a fool They keep telling me he's not in love with me Baby's blue eyes They can't hide the truth That soon I'll be as blue as my Baby's blue eyes |
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Big Hurts Can Come
(From Little White Lies) Songwriters: Carole Smith / Sonny James |
Mighty oaks from little acorns grow Tall plants come from tiny seeds you sow Molehills turn into mountains, don't you realize Big hurts can come from little white lies Tornadoes once were a soft gentle wind Fire is just a warm flame when it begins But fire out of hand can cut men down like they were flies Big hurts can come from little white lies You told me little white lies just to be kind Oh those little white lies broke this heart of mine Of all those words you said at the start Could have built such high hopes here in my heart Now there's oceans of teardrops flowing from my eyes Big hurts can come from little white lies. Big hurts can come from little white lies. |
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Blue Sky Shinin' Songwriters: Carole Smith / Sonny James |
Blues, please set me free. Say goodnight, and let me sleep All I've ever wanted, was someone I could depend on Blues, don't sing to me, we are not in harmony Let me dream the way I need, tomorrow maybe there will be A blue sky shinin' through my window, a blue sky shinin' through my window Ooh, how good then life would be, blue sky shinin' Oh how sweet then life would be for me A blue sky shinin' through my window, a blue sky shinin' through my window Ooh, how good then life would be, blue sky shinin' Oh how sweet then life would be for me |
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Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy |
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man of his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down, because he could not jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B A-root a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar Isn’t with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He was some Boogie Woogie Bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle He's as busy as a bzz bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He puts them all to sleep with boogie every night And wakes them up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stomp their feet Because they know how he plays When someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B A-root a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot He blows it eight to the bar He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar Woah Woah and Bam! He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |