Aaron Gilbert

Alex Payne

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Dance

Pop

2009

I had it too strong
I made it too fast
Never grew old
I'm talking 'bout love

Where can it be
I'm talking 'bout love
Don't know why
I'm talking 'bout love

I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Ooh

It broke my heart
And slammed my face
Made me do bad
I'm talking 'bout love

Where can it be
I'm talking 'bout love
Don't know why
I'm talking 'bout love

I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Ooh

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Geddy Lee

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Sadness

Rock

1976

All of the seasons and all of the days
All of the reasons why I've felt this way
So long
So long

Then lost in that feeling I looked in your eyes
I noticed emotion and that you had cried
For me
I can see

What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

A lifetime of questions, tears on your cheek
I tasted the answers and my body was weak
For you
The truth

What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Animals

Blues

Country and Western

1963

You take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Hey take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
You can tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone

Cause I ain't gonna take, no more kicks and whippings
No I ain't gonna take, no kicks and whipping
I ain't gonna take no more, no more of his kicks and his whippings
You can tell him I'm gone, gone, gone, you can tell him I'm gone

Captain called me, a hard headed devil
Well the Captain called me, a hard headed devil
Well the Captain called me, you're a hard headed devil
And that ain't my name, that ain't my name

Well the Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
Woah! Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
Well the Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
He gonna shoot me down if he ever catches me, gonna shoot me down

But you can tell him that I went, where the grey goose goes
Tell him that I'm gone, where the grey goose goes
Tell him I'm gone, where the grey goose goes
Tell him I'm gone, but tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone

Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Places

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1961

In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around

And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin jewellry in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar
And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls, from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes and begging him, "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He vanished like the breeze
They forgot him in the little town

But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played a Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Places

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1988

In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around

And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin jewellry in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar
And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls, from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes and begging him, "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He vanished like the breeze
They forgot him in the little town

But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played a Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

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Lynn Ripley

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Sadness

Rock

Pop

2010

Terry, Terry

He said to me he wanted to be near to me
He said he never wanted to be out of my sight
But it's too late to give this boy my love tonight
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He said to me he wanted to be close by my side
We had a quarrel, I was untrue on the night he died
And it's too late to tell this boy how he great was
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

Terry, Terry, Terry

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Pye Dubois

Memories/Nostalgia

Clothing/Apparel

Rock

1996

Here we go, vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Here we go, in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
Clutch at plausible deniability
Don't touch that dial
We're in denial
Until the showcase trial on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video, vertigo
Test for echo

Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalk lines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity
Don't change that station
It's Gangsta Nation
Now crime's in syndication on TV

What a show
Vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Touch and go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

Here we go
Vertigo
Video, vertigo

Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail-biting hood boys, in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability

Can't do the time?
Don't do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video, vertigo
Test for echo

What a show
Vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Here we go, in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

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Trevor Peacock

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Clothing/Apparel

Pop

1963

That yellow dress you wore
When we went dancing Sunday nights,
That smile you give me
In the movies when they dim the lights,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

The spins we took together
On my beat-out motorbike,
The look your pa would give me
When we got back late at night,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

I never see you except now and then,
But when I see you
The longing starts all over again.

Put out the candle
And tomorrow it looks bright again,
But when I lost you
It could never be put right again,
What can I do?
My memory won't let go of you,
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

I've tried in vain to wash the mem'ry from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

That yellow dress you wore
When we went dancing Sunday nights,
That smile you give me
In the movies when they dim the lights,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

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Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Memories/Nostalgia

R&B/Soul

1951

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock

2011

Will there be world enough and time for me to sing that song?
A voice so silent for so long
For all the years I had to get along, they told me I was wrong
I never wanted to belong, I was so strong

I lack their smiles and their diamonds
I lack their happiness and love
I envy them for all those things,
I never got my fair share of, my fair share of

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

In all your science of the mind, seeking blind through flesh and bone
Find the blood inside this stone
Well, I know I've never shown what I feel, I've always known
I plan my vengeance on my own, and I was always alone

I lack their smiles and their diamonds
I lack their happiness and love
I envy them for all those things,
I never got my fair share of, my fair share of

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

Oh, They tried to get me
Oh, They'll never forget me

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

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Carl Perkins

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Country and Western

1965

Here lies less more four slugs from a forty-four, no less no more

Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble, in search of a home
There's a town they call Tombstone, where the brave never cry
They live by a sixgun, by a sixgun they die

It's been a long time now since the town was a boom
The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon
Just one look will tell you, that this town was real
A secluded ole dirt road, leads up to Boot Hill

Walk up to the fence there, and look at the view
That's where they were hangin', eighteen eighty two
It's easy to see where, the brave men have died
Rope marks on the ol' tree are now petrified

At night when the moon shines so far away
It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves
There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill
But he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill)

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Money

Sadness

Country and Western

1963

[Spoken:]
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You've need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches
There's nothing in the house but a loaf end of rye
And a harp with a with the woman's head nobody will buy and she began to cry

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground
And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound

That was in the late fall when the winter came
I'd not a pair of britches nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chaff your little bones while you take a nap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor
A rock, rock rocking to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day, in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year, fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head, nobody would take for song or pity sake

The night before Christmas, I cried with the cold
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair
A light falling on her from I couldn't tell where

Looking nineteen and not a day older
And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings
Were weave, weave weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp strings rapidly
And gold threads whistling through my mother's hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She wove a red cloak so regal to see
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of britches and quicker than that
She wove a pair of boots and a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke
But, but when I awoke there sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder, lookin' nineteen not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
And piled up beside her toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size

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Dolly Parton

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Money

Country and Western

1975

My life is likened to a bargain store
And I may have just what you're lookin' for
If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used
But with a little mending it could be as good as new

Why you take for instance this old broken heart
If you will just replace the missing parts
You would be surprised to find how good it really is
Take it and you never will be sorry that you did

The bargain store is open come inside
You can easily afford the price
Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise
And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied

Take these old used memories from the past
And these broken dreams and plans that didn't last
I'll trade them for a future, I can't use them anymore
I've wasted love but I still have some more

The bargain store is open come inside
You can easily afford the price
Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise
And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied

My life is like unto a bargain store
And I may have just what you're lookin' for
If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used
With a little mendin' it could be as good as new

The bargain store is open, come inside
The bargain store is open, come inside

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Inspirational

Country and Western

1962

I think sir the battle is over and the young soldier lay down his gun
I'm tired of running for cover
For I think the battle is done

For see over there where we fought them It's quiet for they've all gone away
All left is the dead and the dying
The ground's covered with them today

So you think the battle is over and you even lay down your gun
You carelessly rise from your cover
For you think the battle is done

Now boy hit the dirt listen to me
For I'm still the one in command
Get flat on the ground here beside me And lay your ear hard to the sand

Can you hear the deafening rumble?
Can you feel the trembling ground?
It's not just the horses and wagons
That make such a deafening sound

The fight yet to come's not with cannon Nor will the fight be hand to hand
No one will regroup the forces
No charge will a general command

The battle will rage in the bosom
Of mother and sweetheart and wife
Brother and sister and daughter
Will grieve for the rest of their lives

Now go ahead rise from your cover
Be thankful that God let you live
Go fight the rest of the battle
For those who gave all they could give

I see sir the battle's not over
The battle has only begun
The rest of the battle will cover
The part that has blackened the sun

For though there's no sound of the cannon
And though there's no smoke in the sky
I'm droppin' the gun and the sabre
And ready for battle am I

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Rock

1991

Well, I was only a kid, didn't know enough to be afraid
Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played
Nothing to lose, maybe I had something to trade

The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade
I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made
Take no chances on paradise delayed
So I do a slow fade

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
The way the big wheel spins

Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance

The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
Going for broke, going for another chance
Hoping for heaven, hoping for a fine romance

If I do the right dance

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
The way the big wheel spins

Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith
Taking your chances you'll have the right answers
When the final judgment begins
Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate
Life redirected in ways unexpected
Sometimes the odd number wins
The way the big wheel spins

Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
Playing for time
Don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
The way the big wheel spins

The way the big wheel spins
[repeat to fade]

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Country/Nature

Memories/Nostalgia

Blues

Jazz

Easy Listening

1952

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

Vintage

1941

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Vintage

1926

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Vintage

1927

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

1951

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

1952

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

1957

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

1958

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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Buddy DeSylva

Lew Brown

Ray Henderson

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Jazz

1961

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!

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