Yeah so keep on lookin' at me that way That way we can move this along Or you can keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on lookin' at me that way I can tell you what I got here on my mind But I think you already know Yeah and now's the time for you to turn

One day I'll fly away Leave your love to yesterday When will love be through with me? I may get along, when love is gone Still, you made your mark, here in my heart What more can your love do for me? I follow the night Can't stand the light When will

Hearts ain't gonna, hearts ain't gonna lie Don't take that the wrong way You know what I mean We get along, get along on the outside We're half of the same Won't do this again When love don't feel right Head out the door, but our hearts on the inside

The Lullaby of Broadway Come on along and listen to Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby The hip hooray and bally hoo The rumble of a subway train The rattle of a taxi The daffodils who entertain

To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We

That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two

Happy, happy Africa Oh, far away in Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Oh, take a trip to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and

Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Early in the morning and late in the evening Won't you come along with me If I could make a living

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

I remember something Down along the creek Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening at is now is not the time, ooh