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Hey Charley I'm pregnant
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope
And I quit drinking whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do ya like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
After Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha
To live with my folks
Everyone I used to know
Was either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm gonna stay
Hey Charley I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
And I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day
Dependin' on how I feel
Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day
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Bears of Alaska - Cause
04:34
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Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
While the rain drank champagne
My Estonian Archangel came and got me wasted
Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted
Oh but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,
Neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed
Cause my heart's become a crooked hotel full of rumours
But it's I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tuners
And I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening
Cause your queen of hearts who is half a stone
And likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leaving
Oh but they play those token games on Willy Thompson
And give a medal to replace the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson
Cause they told me everybody's got to pay their dues
And I explained that I had overpaid them
So overdued I went to the company store
And the clerk there said that they had just been invaded
So I set sail in a teardrop and escaped beneath the doorsill
Cause the smell of her perfume echoes in my head still
Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun
In weekends of whiskey sours
Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers?
Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
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Hooray Jake, hooray John
Breakin’ up Christmas all night long
Santa Claus come, done and gone
Breaking up Christmas right straight along
Don’t you remember a long time ago
The old folks danced the doesey-doe
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Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
Just last year when I was only seven
Now I'm almost eight as you can see
You came home a quarter past eleven
And fell down underneath our Christmas tree
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
Mamma smiled and looked outside the window
She told me, "Son, you better go upstairs"
Then you laughed and hollered "Merry Christmas"
I turned around and saw my mamma's tears
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my mamma cry
No, I don't want to see my mamma cry
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If we make it through December
Everything's gonna be all right, I know
It's the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow
If we make it through December
Got plans to be in a warmer town come summertime
Maybe even California
If we make it through December, we'll be fine
Got laid off down at the factory
And their timing's not the greatest in the world
Heaven knows I been working hard
Wanted Christmas to be right for daddy's girl
I don't mean to hate December
It's meant to be the happy time of year
And my little girl don't understand
Why daddy can't afford no Christmas here
If we make it through December
Everything's gonna be all right, I know
It's the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow
If we make it through December
Got plans to be in a warmer town come summertime
Maybe even California
If we make it through December, we'll be fine
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On the day The Rapture came I woke up lonely in my bed
To the drumming of the rain on the roof above my head
On her pillow was a note that said all she had to say
It said, “I loved you as I could, but not enough to stay.”
I should not have married a Christian woman
Who’d leave me all alone
I should not have married a Christian woman
Who wouldn’t take me home with her
On that day
And the TV set still worked, cause the Devil likes the shows I watch
The milk had all gone bad, so I poured myself a glass of scotch
There were earthquakes in Japan, a hurricane somewhere down south
Fire, floods, and fury, there was smoke inside my mouth
I should not have married a Christian woman
Better than I am
I should not have married a Christian woman
Who’d leave me with the Damned
On that day
So I went down to Charlie’s bar, where I spend my share of time
The regulars had all stuck around and the jukebox still just cost a dime
I grabbed a rack and cue, but nobody would play
They said, “Boy, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you know we’ve all gotta settle up our tabs today?”
Don’t you marry a Christian woman
She’ll leave you when your bills are due
Don’t you marry a Christian woman
She’ll leave you sobered up and blue
On that day
And the church was fit to bursting with sinners were in the pews
Some were drunk, all were thirsting for a little late Good News
But the preacher’d been forsaking and he was screaming at Jesus
Cause his good woman was taken, and he was left with us
He should not have married a Christian woman
(Who’d) leave his ass behind
He should not have married a Christian woman
Who’d run away with mine
On that day
And I hope that they’re happy, wherever they may be
And I’m sure they love each other more than either one loved him or me
Don’t you marry a Christian woman
If you ain’t gonna treat her right
Don’t you marry a Christian woman
She’ll leave you in the night
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Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'
"Good morning, good morning, " the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen, " we did reply
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
"But, " says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning
"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning"
"But, " says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
And although that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own company
We have no desire strange places to see
Although that your offers are charming
"And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning"
"Oh no, " says the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
We scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"
And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the mornin'
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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Ain't it hard
when you wake up
in the morning
And you find out
that those other days
are gone?
All you have
is memories of happiness
Lingerin' on.
All your dreams
and your lovers
won't protect you,
They're only passing
through you in the end.
They'll leave
you stripped of all
that they can get to,
And wait for you
to come back again..
Yet still a light is shining
From that lamp on down the hall.
Maybe the star of Bethlehem
Wasn't a star at all.
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The tinsel is sagging
Which somehow looks just right
I'll grab you some menus
There's no specials on this special night
The booths are empty
Which is how I feel inside
How's the turkey dinner?
I don't know, I guess it's fine
It's Christmas at the IHOP
And I'm at the end of my rope
It's Christmas at the IHOP
I'm only one / E away / from I hope
Table for one
Sit any place you want
Can I top you off hon?
You look like you could use some warming up
It's Christmas at the IHOP
Looks like you're at the end of your rope
It's Christmas at the IHOP
You're only one / E away / from I hope
I dream, I try, I rise, I drop
I need, I want, I hope, IHOP
When's your shift end?
I'm afraid I'm going to be here forever
Baby it's Christmas
We may as well be lonely together
It's Christmas at the IHOP
And we're all at the end of our ropes
It's Christmas at the IHOP
We're only one / E away / from I hope
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Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year
Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
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Friends this is a true story that happened in the hills of western North Carolina in the year 1928. This tragedy occured near the little town of Danburry in Stokes county in the state of North Carolina. It's absolutely true. This man murdered his family, his wife, and himself. His name was Charlie Lawson, and this song is entitled, "The Story of the Lawson Family."
It was long last Christmas evening
The snow was on the ground
At his home in North Carolina
The murderer, he was found
His name was Charlie Lawson
And he had a loving wife
But they never knew what caused him
To take his family's life
They say he killed his wife at first
While the little one did cry
Please papa won't you spare us
How it is so hard to die
But the raging man could not be stopped
He would not heed their call
He kept on firing fatal shots
And there he killed them off
They say he killed his wife at first
While the little ones did cry
Please papa won't you spare us
How it is so hard to die
They did not carry him to jail
No lawyers would be paid
They'll have his trial in another land
On the final judgement day
They all were all buried in a crowded grave
While the angels watched from above
Come home, come home my little ones
To the land of peace and God
And... farewell ...
I'll see you there no more
But when we meet in another land
Our trouble will be gone
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Angel eyes, angel eyes
The ways of the world are feeble
Don't give up on simple people.
Angel eyes, stardust night
The blues you can live without
It's not what you song's about.
Angel eyes angel eyes
Tell me what would we do
Without the light from angel eyes.
You can move the hearts of men
Just with a phrase you're turning
Since hearts everlasting burning
Burn with me, burn so long
Thin lines you've been living on
Are so close to the danger zone.
Angel eyes, angel eyes
Tell me what would we do
Without the light from angel eyes
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We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Refrain:
O star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him GodMost High
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone cold tomb
Refrain
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and sacrifice
Alleluia!, Alleluia!
Peals through the Earth and skies
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Christmas time will soon be over
Christmas time will soon be over
Christmas time will soon be over
Then we'll join the band
Get up gals, let's go to the river
Get up gals, let's go to the river
Get up gals, let's go to the river
Then we'll join the band
Get up gals, don't be bitter
Get up gals, don't be bitter
Get up gals, don't be bitter
Then we'll join the band
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Will Santa’s sleigh ride o’er the Gaza Strip?
Or will the blockade force him to skip all those children?
Will he bring food to those starving in Yemen, or did they choose the wrong sect of religion?
In America there’s a strong force of hate;
In mosque, synagogue, school or church you’re not safe.
Christmas in Palestine
Christmas in Yemen
America turns its back on starving children
There are some who want this to be a Christian nation, but violence is really our one true religion.
Jesus has decided to return at last; he’s marching northward in a caravan.
Escaping the terror that we’ve supported
Maybe he’ll be gunned down at the border.
The second coming of your lord and savior, but your bible tells you to shoot thy neighbor.
Chorus
Injustice abroad, but there’s just as much here
The gap between rich and poor grows every year
As I wolf down another piece of warm pie on Christmas Day I think of Palestine.
Santa, Jesus, Allah, Hashem, Mohammed
If anyone’s listening help us we need it.
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Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And his eyes made out of coal
Frosty the Snowman
Made the children laugh and play
And were they surprised when
Before their eyes
He came to life that day
There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around
Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say
He could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me
Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run
And we'll have fun
Now before I melt away
So down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying catch me if you can
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment when
He heard him holler stop
Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying don't you cry
I'll be back again some day
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Over the hills of snow
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Out of all the reindeers you know you're the mastermind
Run, run Rudolph, Randalph ain't too far behind
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a boy child what have you been longing for?
All I want for Christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar
And then away went Rudolph a whizzing like a shooting star
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph, reeling like a merry-go-round
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph, reeling like a merry-go-round
Said Santa to a girl child what would please you most to get?
A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink and wet
And then away went Rudolph a whizzing like a Saber jet
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round
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Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
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