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And the judge and the jury They all put the blame on me (the blame on me) They wouldn't go for my story They wouldn't hear my plea Only you can set me free 'Cause I'm guilty (guilty) Guilty as a girl can be Come on baby, can't you see I stand accused Of love in the first degree

Now did everybody pay their dues? Now did any of them try to refuse? All the braves and squaws and the maids and the whores Did, everybody pay their dues?

I wonder how many times you've been had And I wonder how many plans have gone bad I wonder how many times you had sex I wonder do you know who'll be next I wonder I wonder, wonder I do

It won't be long Before I sign on Is it right or is it wrong? I've got no money, it's all gone

Give a little bit of heart and soul Give a little bit of love to grow Give a little bit of heart and soul Don't you make me beg for more Give a sign, I need to know A little bit of heart and soul

Guess who just got back today Them wild eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, hadn't much to say But, man, I still think them cats are crazy

Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in

We love to boogie, we love to boogie Jitterbug boogie, Bolan pretty boogie We love to boogie on a Saturday night

Don't blame it on the sunshine Don't blame it on the moonlight Don't blame it on the good times Blame it on the boogie

Go on now go walk out the door just turn around now 'cause you're not welcome anymore weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye you think I'd crumble you think I'd lay down and die Oh no, not I I will survive

I've been to Georgia and California And anywhere I could run Stole a woman in Tennessee (Stole a women, Tennessee) and we made love in the sun But I ran out of places and friendly faces (freeee) Because I had to be free I've been to paradise (I've been to paradise) but I've never been to me

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n' Rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

You think you've lost your love Well I saw her yesterday It's you she's thinking of And she told me what to say She said she loves you And you know that can't be bad She loves you And you know you should be glad

I'll get over you.. I know I will I'll pretend my ship's not sinking And I'll tell myself I'm over you 'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking I am the king of wishful thinking

So here I am in front of you Not really knowing what to do My heart is feeling something new Nervously I turn away from you I see the looks you're sending me Is this the way it's meant to be? It's something we should talk about Just give me time to work it out

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt So sexy it hurts

I'm puttin' on my top hat, Tyin' up my white tie, Brushin' off my tails. I'm dudin' up my shirt front, Puttin' in the shirt studs, Polishin' my nails, I'm steppin' out, my dear, To breathe an atmosphere That simply reeks with class; And I trust that you'll excuse my dust When I step on the gas,

Travelin' man -- that's what I am, Lord I move so fast I have had so many women, none of them have last I am just a mover, moving fast as sound Always free, sometimes lonely. Always movin' around Travelin' Man Travelin' Man -- that's what I am

I know my destination It's a' waitng for me I got no hesitation That's where I want to be And by the time that the sun comes up I'll be drinkin' from a lovin' cup I know where I'm goin' Don't you wanna come too?

I knew there was something weird about him 'Cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree Right up out of the ground And swattin' those charlies with it from here to kingdom come

I have known no war And if I ever do I will not know for sure Who will be fighting whom For the soldiers lonely tomb

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war, but it wasn't. It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting. In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26... In Vietnam he was 19. In inininininin Vietnam he was 19.

If looks could kill, They probably will In games without frontiers War without tears

Shed a tear, share a sight Share his fears don't pass him by But for the grace of God it could be you instead of him