With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

Ladies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight But you’re here with us in New York City Are you ready for a cabinet meeting? The issue on the table Secretary Hamilton’s plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin' light on me. Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the

And baby when I'm through Than I ever got from you I'll take the legs from some old table I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair I'll take the hands and face from some old clock

You are the one for me, for me, formi, formidable Darling I love you, love you, darling, I want you You are my love, very, very, véri, véritable Et je voudrais un jour enfin pouvoir te le dire Te l'écrire Dans la langue de Shakespeare My daisy, daisy,

Walking through the front door, Seeing your black dress hit the floor, Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me All night long, Tuxedo waiters, black tie, White table clothes and red wine, We've been planning, this night, Looking forward to

You are the one for me, for me, formi, formidable Darling I love you, love you, darling, I want you You are my love, very, very, véri, véritable Et je voudrais un jour enfin pouvoir te le dire Te l'écrire Dans la langue de Shakespeare My daisy, daisy,

Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em On a warm summer's eve

It all gets kinda hazy when your heart's fucked up It all started with a broken heart Red heels on the table and I didn't care I got high to forget you, I got high real hard It all started with girls on boys It all started with girls on boys, girls on

You turned the tables on me I used to be the apple of your eye I had you with me every day But now whenever you are passing by You're always looking the other way It's little things like this That prompt me to say And now I'm falling for you I can't