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Berlin Irving Miscellaneous When The Midnight Choo-Choo Leaves For Alabam' (2 I've had a mighty busy day I've had to pack my things away Now I'm going to give the landlord back his key The very key That opened up my dreary flat Where ...

Coming back from the scene you started Got your head on the window slanted The thought of your skin it sets it off At the back of a red container I pray that a black hole take her Gone from sight and never back and never back Going back away I wast...

Yeah, baby, you, oh Yeah, uh, uh If you leave this time I fear that you'll be gone for good So I hold on like leaves in fall to what is left Said her father left her young and He said he'll be back with that same tone that you just said you&...

And it feels right this time On his crash course with the big time Pay no mind to the distant thunder New day fills his head with wonder, boy Says it feels right this time Turned it 'round and found the right line Good day to be alive, Sir Good ...

And it feels right this time On his crash course with the big time Pays no mind to the distant thunder New day fills his head with wonder, boy Says it feels right this time Turned it 'round, and found the right line "Good day to be alive, si...

Do you remember when you were young Chasing clouds down the rivers Catching birds in the sun You have surrendered life's better hours In the deep lies your freedom In the stars is your home As we gather to see you go Flowers scatter to let you kn...

Do you remember when you were young Chasing clouds down the rivers Catching birds in the sun You have surrendered life's better hours In the deep lies your freedom In the stars is your home As we gather to see you go Flowers scatter to let you ...

Et les vents du nord les emportent Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublie La chanson que tu me chantais The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves are red and gold I see your lips the summer kisses The sun-b...

A time to be reaping A time to be sowing The green leaves of summer Are calling me home 'Twas so good to be young then In the season of plenty When the catfish were jumping As high as the sky A time just for planting A time just for ploughing A...