ANNIE OAKLEY and INDIAN CHORUS: Ook-a-looka Gah-hay-la-kinka La-ha-hoo-way Hoo-way ANNIE: Like the Chippewa, Iroquois, Omaha... Like those Indians I
If you ever go out to the circus Where the Wallendas walk on the wire I'll tell you a tale to remember When the white horses leap rings of fire It
Originally performed by Joe Dassin Tu sais, je n'ai jamais ete aussi heureux que ce matin-l?. Nous marchions sur une plage un peu comme celle-ci C'etait
Sun is up, day is on Look for me, I'll be gone 'Cause today's the day I'm gonna see him again He's an Indian Cowboy in the Rodeo And I'm just another
Ces ombres qui dansent, autour de moi Je les vois, je ne dors pas Je sais ce que tu penses, tu n'y crois pas Tu n'es pas la premiere comme ca C'est la
The weekend booze-up, out with your mates To the Indian restaurant--open til late Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold Last chance for action before
Free, I'm alive, yeah All that I am Know that I've woken All of my senses Now I'm half-burning Flames out my eyes From my darkness Close by my side,
When I'm on my way for a nature walk I don't start to sing then I'll start to talk Where'd ya go Mrs. Sun? Ya juice it on up Re-tit on your tip and you
I spent last summer on an island In the Mediterranean Sea The sunshine was so bright Yes you know it burned me down To my soul I wish everybody That
[Chorus] You give me You relieve me away from my Then you take it memory....... empty can I feel How much more Then this feel- ing of false hap- You
(B. Gentry/R. Cordell/B. Bloom) I can still remember It wasn't long ago Things you used to tell me You said I had to know Told me that you loved me
And I was lost for words in your arms Attempting to make sense of my aching heart If I could just be everything and everyone to you This life is just
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Once we were so close we were fused Belly to belly And now we're standing back to back It's strange that we should be feuding Once we were so close we
I'm giving up on you and I've been feelin' that way for a day or two And somehow I think you know good well why I sit here so all alone crying Indian
Well, I've got a friend who lives across town Every year when Christmas rolls around He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack Two hours later