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Happily Ever After
"Marry Me A Little" (1980 Off-Broadway Revue)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Stephen Sondheim
YEAR
1980
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to hold you too hard
Happily ever after
Someone to need you too much
Someone to read you too well
Someone to bleed you of all the things
You don't want to tell
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
In hell
Somebody always there
Sitting in the chair
Where you want to sit
Always, always
Somebody always there
Wanting you to share
Just a little bit
Always, always
Then see the pretty girls
Smiling everywhere
From the ads
And the T.V set
And why should you sweat?
What do you get?
One day of grateful
For six of regret
With someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to bore you to death
Happily ever after
Someone you have to know well
Someone you have to show how
Someone you have to allow
The things, you'd never allow
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
Till now
So quick
Get a little car
Take a little drive
Make a little love
See a little flick
Do a little work
Take a little walk
Watch a little T.V
And click
Make a little love
Do a little work
Get a little drunk
You've got one little trip
70 years, spread it around
Take your pick
Buy a little here
Spend a little there
Smoke a little pot
For a little kick
Waste a little time
Make a little love
Show a little feeling
But why, should you try
Why not, sure, feel a little lonely
But fly, why not fly
With no one to hold you too close
No one to hurt you too deep
No one to love you too hard
Happily ever after
No one you have to know well
No one you have to show how
No one you have to allow
The things, you'd never allow
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
For now
Ever, ever, ever, after
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, after
Ever, ever, ever after
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to hold you too hard
Happily ever after
Someone to need you too much
Someone to read you too well
Someone to bleed you of all the things
You don't want to tell
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
In hell
Somebody always there
Sitting in the chair
Where you want to sit
Always, always
Somebody always there
Wanting you to share
Just a little bit
Always, always
Then see the pretty girls
Smiling everywhere
From the ads
And the T.V set
And why should you sweat?
What do you get?
One day of grateful
For six of regret
With someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to bore you to death
Happily ever after
Someone you have to know well
Someone you have to show how
Someone you have to allow
The things, you'd never allow
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
Till now
So quick
Get a little car
Take a little drive
Make a little love
See a little flick
Do a little work
Take a little walk
Watch a little T.V
And click
Make a little love
Do a little work
Get a little drunk
You've got one little trip
70 years, spread it around
Take your pick
Buy a little here
Spend a little there
Smoke a little pot
For a little kick
Waste a little time
Make a little love
Show a little feeling
But why, should you try
Why not, sure, feel a little lonely
But fly, why not fly
With no one to hold you too close
No one to hurt you too deep
No one to love you too hard
Happily ever after
No one you have to know well
No one you have to show how
No one you have to allow
The things, you'd never allow
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
For now
Ever, ever, ever, after
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, after
Ever, ever, ever after
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Hey Porter
Marty Stuart
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Places
Time
Country/Nature
Transport
GENRES
Country and Western
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1982
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home,
so take it easy on the steam.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first,
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home,
so take it easy on the steam.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first,
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.
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