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Raw Dog
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So all you young folkies who play a guitar
If you want to achieve a top billin' Just murder good prose and sing through your nose And then you'll sound just like Bob Dylan
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#2 |
Don't knock the Ash...
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If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early Spring, is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I’m all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so We had a falling-out, like lovers often will And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.... Love that tune from one of the best albums ever produced... ![]()
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Keith |
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