"Ol' Blue Eyes" and "Patsy Cline" and Ot
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Ol Blue Eyes You're a long way from Hoboken but close to our hearts Energy, style, pizazz you sang with such feeling and spark hometown boy makes good from England, Italy, France to Hollywood the legend grew but hey! it's not over, I've lots more listening to do! I've got my dad's records and tapes he loved you so Dad's "up there" too, now, waiting for the show Sammy and Dean, they were "oh, so keen" Trio's together now front and center I'm sure in heaven it's a night to remember I bet it was quite a blast! Don't worry, Frankie your light won't fade into the past Oh, and would you tell my dad after the show, tell him I love him and miss him so his eyes were blue, just like you when I hear your name, I think of him, too! be sure and speak to him after the show I'll miss you both forever, and wish you didn't have to go Ratpack's somewhere beyond Mars, and Frankie's singing somewhere in the stars --SUSY
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Patsy Cline Patsy Cline, Patsy Cline Girl you sing so fine your ebony eyes blazed fire when called a country hick you danced and loved with Charlie Dick Patsy please don't get on the plane, don't get on the plane Black-haired Virginia gal Loretta Lynn was your pal, y'all sang on stage together and swooned and swayed your hips went walkin' after midnight a ciggie danglin' cool and casual from your ruby red lips Patsy you were accident prone, nearly killed in a car crash and should not have got on that small plane-- you'd been such a shining star-- your plane smashed into a cloud-hidden mountainside your Charlie was filled with pain, you'd said his name just before you died he wondered where you are had to dance by himself again pretending you were in his arms forgot all the fierce fighting and remembered only your charms, and the way your star would shine all the joy you would bring, whenever you'd sing Please don't get on the plane --Susy
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You Need Them Paws For Pickin' Come see your Dixie Chicken git down in the car seat be your off night back street slippin' around get down not much to see in that there old country town, let's sneak off into the woods don't look at that besmirchin' scum in the pond, only see creatures of beauty and lust boy I done left you behind in the dust, the gold hard glint of your ring didn't mean a thing though once I guess it could and in the end I suppose it must, stay outa the black water river, thinkin' of you in there in those inky snakey depths makes me shiver, nature looks ancient and creepy there, in that particular spot, so hurry down home an' save them precious fingers for special tunes that linger that's what I wish-- don't waste 'em tryin' to catch a fish your Dixie chickens still huddle in the coop awaitin' your pleasure, just lovin' the sound of your croonin' you were always such a treasure go too near the million year old black river, oooh somethin' ominous an' chillin' can make you quivor' although I'm willin' maybe the times just ain't right for us country folk no more-- will set our sights on a brighter shore --Pinkie (Susy) I had heard about hicks fishin' using only their hands, trying to grasp a poor squirming fishie with just their claws and paws, struck me as odd
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Goin' to Floridaland (fast manic bluegrass song) they goin' down through the Philipines of the sweet wet soft green Southland, through South Carolina bypass Hilton Head-- Savannah in Georgia, bypass Thunderbolt and Tybee Island-- down Jacksonville way and through St. Augustine, man it's like a wonderful dream still soft and wet, and green-- orange sand beaches in Daytona, are they gonna love the places I knew so well, back when I was explorin' it was hot as 40 hells venture down deep through the middle and it makes you wanna play your bluegrass fiddle-- down to Orlando Magic Kingdom Land, little girls hold each other's hand you finally made it to the Promised Mickey Mouse Land! Emma's in Pink Princess and Barbie Doll heaven she's almost seven Jade has finally got it made, been longin' to set eyes on those fancy fake palaces risin' up for most of her twelve years, I can see it now Jade smilin' through happy tears God please hold the childen safe in your hand help them make it, take it and shake it don't fake it to the magic promised land --Susy/Pinkie
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S.O.S. (for piano and cello) Sent out my S.O.S. but you didn't hear, guess it's better to know you don't care must it be so clear yes, it's over now, and I'm leavin' soon gonna pack up my bags gonna leave as soon as soon as I write this tune yes I'm leavin' Love you were deceiving, Love no I'm never gonna see your face again yes I'm leavin' today and I'm leavin' to stay but I'll take it with me I'll take you with me on the train Sent out my S.O.S. but you didn't hear, guess it's better to know you don't care must it be so clear? yes it's over now, and I"m leavin' soon gonna pack up my bags gonna leave as soon as soon as I write this tune --SUSY
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thank you Susy for continuing to share your lyrics
interesting as always 
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For Your Music (for Paul) Can I find the words to say how your music makes me feel, of all the false, the phony dreams it alone seems real you were up there on the stage an angel from the skies sending poems from your eyes Beloved stranger from an English city, I wish you would think I'm pretty you're so full of grace, and it's shining in your face and your singing says to me what in the world are we doing here each so prone to pain and shame, we need your songs to give our dream a name you don't even know it but song man you sure show it, you've been blessed by divine grace, and it's shining from your face and even music men get caught in the web of "I" caught in that illusion caught until they fly until they fly but you lose yourself in your music as if you're not even trying, and you beam down upon us some are crying, dancing, singing many smiling all are flying Angel from an English seaport city, please show me some pity let me see you again and hear you again and feel you again, always know I'm a true friend --Susy
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(laughs) that's funny. Wouldn't show Patsy Cline's husband's last name--thought it was cussing?--it rhymes with candle "wick" and starts with a "D"--that's his real name
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