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In The Ghetto `Bobbie Gentry`

"As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed

Lookin' In `Bobbie Gentry`

same old thing Seasons come and go without a name And I spend my nights in the bright spotlights Wishin' I could let the people know Can't win or lose unless you play the game Sittin' in the airport,

The Fool On the Hill `Bobbie Gentry`

Day after day alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool on the

Mississippi Delta `Bobbie Gentry`

M I double S I double S I double P I M I double S I double S I double P I Right in the middle of the cotton belt Down in the Mississippi Delta Wearin' last years possum belt Smack dab in the Mississippi

Bugs `Bobbie Gentry`

Got a pollywog in your water Tadpole in the moonshine vat An' granddaddy-long-leg climbing on the screen You better watch, you're gonna squash him flat Boll weevils in your cotton And dirt-dauber busy

Eleanor Rigby `Bobbie Gentry`

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that

Seasons Come, Seasons Go `Bobbie Gentry`

Dogwood blossoms float against The ice encrusted creek bank A tender blade of new green grass Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow The Spring breathes ruffles through my hair And whispers

Billy The Kid `Bobbie Gentry`

Billy the kid I understand you It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild Billy the kid cain't reprimand you You must have been deprived when you was a child Whoopee ti yi yipee yipee, shoot '

Ace Insurance Man `Bobbie Gentry`

Two men sittin' in straight back chairs Feet propped up on the railin' Sittin' in front of the country store Discussin' how the crops were failin' About that time a car drove by With an Ace Insurance bumper

Little Green Apples (Feat. Glen Campbell) `Bobbie Gentry`

Well, I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes And she says hi And I hurry to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school, goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand And

Okolona River Bottom Band `Bobbie Gentry`

La la la la la Ooh hey hey hey La la la la la Every year about this time the local gentry Have a meeting in Chickasaw land They all come to judge each and every entry That wants to try out for the Okolona

Penduli Pendulum `Bobbie Gentry`

Penduli pendulum Swing around, beat the drum In July, I'll deny The illusion I'll be gone, beat the drum There I go, here I come And goodbye means good try No conclusion Pendulum Like perfect rhyme Always

Beverly `Bobbie Gentry`

Beverly packs her lunch pail silently In the light of the dawn's gray gloom In her lonely room Beverly works all day at the factory On her feet from five to nine On the assembly line Beverly drifts away

Fancy `Bobbie Gentry`

Well, I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer that I turned eighteen. We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans.

Tobacco Road `Bobbie Gentry`

"I was born in a trunk Mama died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die alone In the middle of Tobacco Road Growin' up rusty shack All I had was hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe

Gentle On My Mind `Bobbie Gentry`

ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns

Something In The Way He Moves `Bobbie Gentry`

There's something in the way he moves Looks my way and calls my name It seems to leave this troubled world behind If I'm feeling down and blue Troubled by some foolish game He always seems to make me change

Louisiana Man `Bobbie Gentry`

At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady They raised her on the banks of a river bed A house boat tied to a big tall tree A home for my poppa and my momma and me The clock strikes

Find Em Fool Em Forget About Em `Bobbie Gentry`

People let me tell you all about my father He was known as the meanest, baddest love maker in town The man had a reputation for shuckin' and jivin' all the women Breaking their hearts, lord, and leavin

Refractions `Bobbie Gentry`

I had a most distressing dream last night I dreamed I was a crystal bird Caught in perpetual flight I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride On the wind and never alight I had a most distressing dream

You'Ve Made Me So Very Happy `Bobbie Gentry`

I lost at love before, Got mad and closed the door. But you said try just once more. I chose you for the one, Now I'm having so much fun. You treated me so kind, I'm about to lose my mind.

Ode To Billie Joe `Bobbie Gentry`

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And Mama hollered

Ode To Billy Joe `Bobbie Gentry`

It was the third of June another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was baling hay At dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And Mama hollered out the

Benjamin `Bobbie Gentry`

Benjamin rode out of Montana On a Palomino pony He told me he was all alone He lost his family in forty-nine Benjamin took me to San Diego Guess we caused quite a commotion Selling Pacific ocean water

He Made A Woman Out Of Me `Bobbie Gentry`

I was born on a levy A little bit south of Montgomery Mama worked in the big house And daddy he worked for the County I never had no learnin' Until I turned 16 When Joe Henry come up the river, yonder

Apartment 21 `Bobbie Gentry`

Rain on my Sunday shoes Pick up the daily news Looks like tomorrows blues But its better than none Call on the telephone Knowin' that he's not home I'll put on the Rollin' Stones And I can have me some

I Wouldn'T Be Surprised `Bobbie Gentry`

If the ground were to freeze Underneath my feet In the summertime I wouldn't be surprised If the rain from the skies Should put out my eyes And make me blind I wouldn't be surprised 'Cause nothing surprises

Mornin' Glory `Bobbie Gentry`

Good mornin', mornin' glory Good mornin', what's your story Good mornin', where'd you spend the night Where did your night dreams take you Sorry but I had to wake you Oh, I just had to make you Shed your

Casket Vignette `Bobbie Gentry`

Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan I know how painful it must be But I guess it's your responsibility I understand he was your fiancee What a tragedy Everybody wants to go to heaven, Miss

Son Of A Preacher Man `Bobbie Gentry`

' Then he'd look into my eyes Lord knows to my surprise The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes