48 lyrics for "Let it grow, let it grow,"

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even
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Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little It could stay this simple Wish I'd never grown up I won't let nobody hurt you Won't let no one break your heart Just try to never grow up And even though you want to Oh I
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You don't like it, you don't like it So where's your superego? This ain't the me show, keep it on the low Where's your superego? You let your head grow, I tried to let you know When I tell you how it is, you don't like it I tell you how it is, you don't
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Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow When the color of the night Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Get life day to day
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Have more faith in me I'm not guided by ways That will lead to nothing I grow this garden Use me or let me go This is too much to take Move me or let me fall Relieve me of this burden Make me see
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Please help me, I'm falling In love with you Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through Turn away from me, darling I'm begging you to I belong to another Whose arms have grown cold But i promised forever To have and to hold
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Get that dough-oh-oh-oh I've been runnin' 'round now for so long, yeah I've been kneadin', kneadin' 'til I'm sore, 'til it grow-oh-oh-oh It seems that every day and everywhere I go, yeah, I see ya Baby, I've just gotta let you know Take back all your
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Cover your crystal eyes And feel the tones that tremble down your spine And let your colours bleed and blend with mine I know I'll wither so peel away the bark 'Cause nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see
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Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go From the door comes satan's daughter, and it only goes to show, you know There's
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