| You Can't Always Get What you want originally by The rolling Stones |
| I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you find You get what you need We went down to the demonstration To get your fair share of abuse Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse" You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you just might find You get what you need I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead" I said to him You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You get what you need You get what you need--yeah, oh baby I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need |
| You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need |
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| Well I make it alright From Monday morning 'til Friday night Oooh, those lonely weekends Since you left me I've been as lonely as a I can be Oooh, those lonely weekends (Chorus) Said you'd be good to me Said our love would never die Said you'd be good to me But, baby, you didn't even try Well I make it alright From Monday morning 'til Friday night Oooh, those lonely weekends (Chorus) Well I make it alright From Monday morning 'til Friday night Oooh, those lonely weekends (Chorus) Well I make it alright From Monday morning 'til Friday night Oooh, those lonely weekends Oooh, those lonely weekends Oooh, those lonely weekends Oooh, those lonely weekends... |
| Lonely Weekends originaly by Charlie Rich |
| Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys by Willie Nelson written by Ed and Patsy Bruce |
| Chorus: Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys |
| They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis And each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probably just ride away (Repeat chorus) A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do Sometimes won't know how to take him He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him Do things to make you think he's right (Repeat chorus...) |
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