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AUTOMATIC PILOT
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| I'm glad this guitar can play itself, 'cause I sure
couldn't do it without some help |
| I can't recall what verse I'm on; can't even remember
the name of the song |
| I hate waking up in the middle of the show, when
we've got two more hours to go |
| I can't fly this bird alone; automatic pilot take us
home...(automatic) |
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| It's hard to steer when you know you're lost |
| It's hard to see when your eyes are crossed |
| It's hard to believe we all got this way; hard to
believe that we can still play |
| Busting strings and dropping sticks, forgetting words
and losing picks |
| But I know we can bring her in; automatic pilot's
kicking in....(automatic) |
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| Musicians since the dawn of time have played their
songs and drunk their wine |
| And it comes to pass sometimes these things get out
of hand |
| But the show it must go on, so even when our minds
are gone |
| That automatic pilot's there; been hiding in our
brain somewhere |
| He
keeps that music in the air and brings us back to
land...(automatic) |
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| I hope I don't act too much the fool; I hope I don't
stumble, hope I don't drool |
| I'm in the zone, in a musical trance; I'm starting to
believe I know how to dance |
| I know I can play these tunes, even when I'm running
on fumes |
| Is it just a fable, or is it real? Automatic pilot,
take the wheel...(automatic) |
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BABY, YOU WERE RIGHT
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| 1. Baby, you were right, when you said the world was
cruel |
| And you were right, when you said everyone loves a
fool |
| And you were right, when you said love would set you
free |
| But baby, you've always been wrong about me |
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| 2. Baby, you were right, when you said temptations
come along |
| And you were right, when you said that love makes you
strong |
| And you were right, when you said how love ought to
be |
| But baby, you've always been wrong about me |
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| BRIDGE: You never have believed me when I say I'm
being true |
| You never have believed, that all I want is you |
| You think someday you're gonna catch me in the act |
| I hate to tell you, Honey, but you're wrong about
that |
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| 3. Baby, you were right, when you said there ain't no
easy road |
| And you were right; we all need someone to share the
load |
| But sometimes, I wish I could make you see |
| That, baby, you've always been wrong about me |
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| BRIDGE 2: You're always waiting for me when I pull up
to the gate |
| Where have you been? Don't you know it's late? |
| You think I've been playing with a new girlfriend |
| But baby, baby, you're wrong again (Verse 3 or
whatever) |
| (last line) But baby, you've always been wrong about
me |
| Baby, you've always been wrong about me. |
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CANCUN
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| 1. It was just one night; just a little mistake |
| You were a college girl in Mexico on the spring break |
| Fifteen people in a room for two; the drinks were
cheap and the sky was blue |
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| You'd had 12 margaritas and you wanted to flirt |
| You saw the video man and you lifted your shirt |
| You rolled your eyes and you waggled your tongue |
| You shouted your hometown at the top of your lungs |
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| Then you went back to college and the weeks went by |
| When a late night cable show caught your eye |
| They blocked out the chest but the face was you |
| A girl going wild, down in old Cancun |
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| CHORUS: ( You were a late night video star |
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When you flashed the camera |
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Drunken madness 'neath the Mayan
moon |
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You going wild down in old
Cancun) |
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| 2. You were on vacation; just having fun |
| But you're a college girl; not supposed to be dumb |
| And if your daddy ever sees that show |
| You gonna lose your sweet deal on Sorority Row |
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| The girls they whisper; the boys point and stare |
| Your teachers all have copies; it's just not fair! |
| There's men with binoculars outside your room |
| Since you went wild, down in old Cancun (CHORUS) |
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| (Bad decision 'neath the Mayan moon; what were you
thinking down in old Cancun?) |
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THE CHEESEBURGERS' PATIO
DANCE
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| 1. Summertime, everybody's hot, and we're gonna get
hotter yet |
| When we throw a party, we all party hearty;
guaranteed you'll never forget |
| We use Cap'n Bubba's margarita machine; we serves 'em
in a plastic glass |
| We got the barbecue down by the pool; that's the
Cheeseburgers' patio dance |
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| CHORUS: Come on down to our back yard |
| Wear your Hawaiian shirt and short pants |
| Just like in Livingston Saturday night, it's a
Cheeseburger patio dance |
| It's a Cheeseburger (Cheeseburger!) Cheeseburger
(Cheeseburger!) |
| Cheeseburger patio dance |
| It's
a Cheeseburger (Cheeseburger!) Cheeseburger (Cheeseburger!) |
| Cheeseburger patio dance |
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| BRIDGE: The place is looking just right. Tiki torches
and tropical trees |
| I think we're gonna dance all night; dance 'til we
fall to our knees |
| Stuffed parrots and flowered shirts, flip flops, tank
tops and hula skirts |
| The ladies are styling and we have a ball; yeah, we
fuel it up with alcohol |
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| CH: Come on down to our back yard , for some
Caribbean romance |
| Ain't nobody going home tonight from this CB patio
dance (2nd half chorus) |
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| 2. We are the CBs, hot off the grill; if you won't
party then we know who will |
| We ain't quittin' 'til we've had our fill; this is a
CBs patio dance (2nd half chorus) |
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CINCO DE MAYO
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| 1. Cinco De Mayo at a Ramada Inn; it's a dangerous
time for a man with no friends |
| No hope for the future, and a shadowy past |
| And Cinco De Mayo is coming too fast-ay, ay, ay, ay |
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| It's some kind of holiday in old Mexico |
| And why we're all partying I don't really know |
| But I've played every inn, from Red Lion to Shiloh |
| From 4th of July to Cinco De Mayo |
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| REFRAIN: Ay, ay, ay, ay....ay, ay, ay, ay....ay,
ay,ay,ay .... |
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| 2. There's a girl in the hallway with a cellular
phone |
| Talking and laughing, though she's all alone |
| She's wants to convince us that she's got a friend |
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I don't think there's anyone on the other end...ay, ay, ay, ay |
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| And there is a couple; they don't know where they are |
| He's watching the tube and she's face down on the bar |
| Just another anniversary, gone so awry-o, and ending
right here on Cinco De Mayo |
| (REFRAIN) |
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| 3. There's dozens of people here, dressed up so fine |
| Drinking Mexican beer, and California wine |
| Crying
"Ole", and shouting "La Bamba", |
| Joking and flirting and trying to samba |
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| In the heat of the evening, they rise once again |
| To the same old music, with the same old friends |
| Got their gas from Alaska, and tires from Ohio |
| To drive them all here on Cinco De Mayo (REFRAIN,
twice) |
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GIVE MY HEART A SONG
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| CHORUS:
The river is wide, the water so cold. |
| The day is so long; the day's getting old |
| My eyes fill with darkness, but my hand is strong |
| Give my song a heart; give my heart a song |
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| 1. Young man, will your time last forever? |
| Young man, will your life just go on and on? |
| Young man, is each moment not precious |
| But you won't begin to count them 'til they're nearly
gone (CHORUS) |
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Young woman, you will dance in the morning |
| Young woman, you will dance in the sun |
| And your dance, it will bring us healing, and comfort
when this long day is done |
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IMPERFECT WORLD
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| CHORUS: Climb on board' we're looking for treasure |
| Sometimes all you get is a moment's pleasure |
| All over the globe our flags are unfurled |
| It's as good as it gets in an imperfect world |
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| 1. In a perfect little town, at the perfect time |
| I grew up with that perfect little family of mine |
| A white picket fence and a red brick school, |
| Church on Sunday and the Golden Rule |
| But growing up happens, and growing up's hard |
| Things were really different when I left the front
yard |
| I thought it was clear just where I belonged; I found
out I was perfectly wrong |
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| 2. My path lay before me, perfectly aligned |
| Not a bump in the road of this life of mine |
| But I got to college; awakening was rude; all my
perceptions got a little skewed |
| Started hanging out with freaks and losers; habitual
hippies, perpetual boozers |
| That dancing life grabbed me by the hand, almost like
it was perfectly planned |
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| 3. Now the time has gone by but I'm not done; all in
all it's been a pretty good run |
| It's like living in a big cartoon; singing in the
light, howling at the moon |
| Life isn't perfect; it never has been; that's just a
silly dream you have when you begin |
| But if you get out there and fight the good fight |
| One
day you'll see you were perfectly right (CHORUS) |
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PROMISE ME THE MOON
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| 1. You could promise me the moon, I'll believe you |
| 'Cause I've never had the strength to leave you |
| Wouldn't want to face the days without you in my life |
| So come on, darling, love me any way you like...you
like |
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| 2. Seen you laughing with your girlfriends |
| Seen you dancing 'cross the floor |
| Seen your hair hang down in the moonlight |
| But I don't ever want to see you walking out that
door...oh, no |
| Walking out that door.... (solo) |
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| 3. Everybody's got to have their freedom |
| Love don't grow no clinging vine, no |
| Everybody's got to have somebody-yeah |
| Though I wasn't sure about that 'til you put your
lips to mine.....you're mine |
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| Verse 1 (Heart to leave you) |
| You could promise me the moon; I'll believe you (4X) |
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SEVEN MILES
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| 1. 7 miles to landfall, 7 miles behind; I got time |
| 8 hours to sunset, 8 hours since first light; I got
time |
| Time to contemplate just where the time has gone |
| Time to watch the waves and write this song |
| Such a rare occurrence, when I can free my mind; I
got time; I got
time |
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| 2. The fussing and the feuding, I left all that
behind; I got time |
| The wheeling and the dealing, the squealing of small
minds; I got time |
| Time to contemplate just where my life has led. Time
to hear the music in my head |
| I can feel the mainspring starting to unwind; I got
time; I got time |
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| BRIDGE: We're always waiting for better days |
| They'll be coming soon, we like to say |
| And while we wait, time slips away until our days are
gone |
| We always miss the point somehow; it's always here,
it's always now |
| The spray it hits the starboard bow and I am sailing
on....... |
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| 3. 50 years behind me, a couple more to go; I don't
know |
| Stories I've related, and stories still untold;
you'll never know |
| I'm not wond'ring where this day is gonna lead |
| Right now I've got everything I need |
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miles to landfall, a thousand miles behind; I got time. I got time |
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STARTING AGAIN
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| 1. She sat there in silence as shadows grew long |
| He scanned the horizon for what lay beyond |
| She tried to make conversation but couldn't begin |
| He was too sad to smile and to tired to pretend |
| They were dreaming; dreaming of starting again |
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| 2. She searched though her mem'ry for where it went
wrong |
| He searched for the feelings that once were so strong |
| She thought of a song that had once made her smile |
| He wished the old days would come back for a while |
| They were dreaming; dreaming of starting again |
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| CHORUS: Starting again; what's gone is gone |
| And they both know that it's time to move on |
| They're so afraid to let it all end |
| But that doesn't stop them from dreaming of starting
again |
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| 3. They wanted to talk but it all had been said |
| They sat in the silence and took to their bed |
| She recalled the passion that once ruled their nights |
| He remembered it too as he turned off the lights |
| They were dreaming; dreaming of starting again |
| CH 2: Starting again; it's plain as day, if wishes
were horses they'd both ride away |
| They stay on and hope; ignore and pretend |
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that doesn't stop them from dreaming; dreaming of starting again |
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WISHING WE WERE SAILORS (Lynch/Powell)
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| 1. We wonder what makes sailors leave the comfort of
their homes |
| To live a life so hard and cruel; to always be alone |
| They are drawn into that life, like moths into the
flame |
| And when they make the sea their home, they never are
the same. |
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| 2. We listen to their stories, of places far away |
| Even when they're lying, we listen anyway |
| We keep their wine a-flowing; it's music to our ears |
| And wonder 'bout what could have been, in our younger
years |
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| CHORUS: Wishing we were sailors, but afraid to leave
the land |
| Talking like we're pirates, but we never take a stand |
| Others' wild adventures are the lives we never lead |
| We're all wishing we were sailors, but we never go to
sea |
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| 3. Some will take the beaten path, and walk it long
and well |
| Some will take their parents' dreams and blow them
all to Hell |
| The course is never perfect; never clear, it's never
set |
| But the greatest treasure is a life with no regrets |
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| 4. There's sailors all around us; in the streets and
fields and skies |
| We know them by their attitude; the look that's in
their eyes |
| So take your dreams and make them real; don't wait a
minute more |
| Or one day you will find yourself stranded on the
shore |
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| CHORUS: Wishing we were sailors, but content to watch
the waves |
| Leaving far horizons to the foolish and the brave |
| Standing by the ocean, so huge and wild and free |
| Wishing we were sailors, but we never go to sea |
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| Wishing we could wander, wherever the wind blows |
| Wishing we were sailors; steady as she goes. |
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WORKING THAT OVERTIME
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| Seven o'clock on a Friday; they're three deep at the
bar |
| Nobody's buying the lady a drink, 'cause her date's
passed out in the car |
| They're playing the radio too damn loud, and you
still can't hear the song |
| Willie and Joe are talking trash; they'll be fighting
again before long |
| The bartender's filling those pitchers, and tossing
those fake IDs |
| And you can get a smile from the waitress; that's all
you're gonna get for free |
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| CHORUS:And there ain't nothing wrong with any of
that; it ain't no capital crime |
| Just kicking off another weekend, working that
Overtime |
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| 2. I'm rolling over toes with the hand truck, 'cause
nobody gets out of the way |
| We got no stage, just a spot in the corner where we
can set up and play |
| And when we're playing, the dance floor's swaying,
it's a beautiful sight to see |
| 'Til somebody falls on the drum kit; and I'm glad
that the drummer ain't me |
| But there ain't no stopping; the whole place is
hopping |
| And the band is rocking tonight |
| We're all just acting like nothing happened, 'til
somebody unplugs the lights |
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| CH 2: These people ain't mean, they're just blowing
off steam |
| They been working hard for every dime |
| They're gonna wonder where it went tomorrow |
| When they were working that Overtime |
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| 3. The bass man started too early; he better not have
any more |
| Keyboard player's forgetting the words he's sung a
hundred times before |
| Guitar player's on the wrong fret, but nobody seems
to mind |
| And the drummer's there on the same stage, but his
mind's in another time |
| And Jimmy's looking down and smiling, 'cause in
Heaven there ain't no beer |
| He
may be gone but the party goes on and there ain't no strangers
here. |
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| CHORUS: And there ain't nothing wrong with any of
that; it ain't no capital crime |
| This is what we been waiting for; this is our time to
shine |
| And when Monday morning comes crashing down |
| We know it's gonna work out fine |
| If we can make it to another weekend, we'll be
working that overtime |
