100 lyrics for "The way it was"

Well I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passenger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead he's been a long time gone Been a long time gone a long time gone If you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E you
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And baby, you've got what it takes You know you've got just what it takes Well, now, it takes more than a Robin to make the winter go And it takes two lips of fire to melt away the snow Well, it takes two hearts a cookin' to make a fire grow And baby,
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Just to see you smile I'd do anything That you wanted me to And all is said and done I'd never count the cost It's worth all that's lost You always had an eye for things that glittered But I was far from bein' made of gold I don't know how but I scraped
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With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave
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There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father
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I'm never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm Though it's easy to pretend And waste this chance that I've been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you I feel so unsure As I take your hand and lead you to the dance
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I always regret midnight decisions You were my whole world He was my whole world Did I mess up? Oh God I hope I didn't It's all a blur when we talk through the liquor I can't stop watching my phone Can't turn it off What is wrong with me? I can't, baby
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We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon,
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You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets
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