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| Stuck In The Middle With You |
Well I don't know why I came here tonight
I've got a feelin' that somethin' ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair
And I'm wonderin' how I'll get down the stairs
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Here I am
stuck in the middle with you
Yes
I'm stuck in the middle with you
And I'm wonderin' what it is I should do
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face
Losin' control
yeah
I'm all over the place
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Well you started off with nothin' and
You're proud that you're a self-made man
yeah
And your friends they all come crawlin'
Slap you on the back and say
Please...
Please...
Tryin' to make some sense of it all
But I can see there makes no sense at all
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor
I don't think that I can take any more
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Well you started off with nothin' and
You're proud that you're a self-made man
yeah
And your friends they all come crawlin'
And slap you on the back and say
Please...
I say please...
Well I don't know why I came here tonight
I've got a feelin' that somethin' ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair
And I'm wonderin' how I'll get down the stairs
Clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
Here I am
stuck in the middle with you
Stuck in the middle with you
Oh
yeah
Stuck in the middle with you
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with you
With you
with you
with you...
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| Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
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12/17/04 --- All the good times together we had together will never be forgotten R.I.P. Gregory VonAllman
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