Love is but a song we sing / And fear’s the way we die. / You can make the mountains ring / Or make the angels cry.
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I knew you way before I ever met you / I pictured you before I saw your face / I know the things you do before you do them / You can’t hide from me I’m every place
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, / Seekin’ my fame and fortune, lookin’ for a pot of gold. / Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune. / Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
Lying there beside me / With your head resting on my arm / Your body feels so warm / And your hair smells
I stopped sending flowers to your apartment / You said you aren’t home much anymore / I stopped dropping by without an appointment / ‘Cause I’d hear laughter coming through your door
Don’t be ashamed old friend / We gave it our best try / We came as close as we could get / To makin’ it this time
The dirty rain is falling / I hear the wind a calling me away / The motel sign is flashing / And in my mind I’m crashing what to say.
They tell me you are back in town / Looking good and looking around / Acting just a little strange / Like something inside you has changed
It hardly seems a long time just a minute of the day / When the man who stood beside me more than gave himself away / The food stain on his spotted shirt a gray beard on his face / A man composed of many names so I just called him Ace
Ring ring telephone ringsSomebody says baby what you doin’I’ve been wonderin’ where you’ve beenNow and then I think about you and meThere’s no use fighting about thingsWe can’t recallCos it don’t matter girl at allJust come on homeAnd baby we’ll laugh and singAnd we’ll make loveAnd let the telephone ringRing ring door bell ringBaby come on inI got the Allman Brothers on the stereoI’m glad you came aroundI’ve been feeling downTalking to Tony and MarioYou know they make good conversationBut girl that ain’t no consolationCos I got love and baby I’ll give you someAnd if somebody comes we’ll let the door bell ringRing ring golden ringAround the sun around your pretty fingerRing ring voices ringWith a happy tune anybody can be a singerThe sun comes up across the cityI swear you never looked soDog gone prettyHand in handWe’ll stand upon the sandWith the preacher manAnd let the wedding bell ring