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Summer Of '69

I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it til my fingers bled
It was the summer of '69

Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shoulda known we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you

Standin' on your Mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in the summer of '69

Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no

And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Standin' on your Mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in the summer of '69
Me and my baby in a '69...

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It was the third of September
That day I`ll always remember, yes I will
`Cause that was the day that my daddy died

Never had a chance to see him, no
Never heard nothin` but bad things about him
Mama, I`m depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said

"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

Hey, Mama, is it true what they say
That Papa never worked a day in his life
Some bad talk going around sayin`
Papa had there outside children
And another wife
That ain`t right

Heard some talk about Papa and his storefront
Preachin`
Talkin` about saving souls and all the time
Leaching
And dealing in dirt
Stealin` in the name of the Lord

But Mama she just said

"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

Say, I heard my papa was a jack of all trades
Is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow or steal just
To pay his bills.
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin`
Spent most of his time chansin` women and drinkin`
But Mother, I`m depending on you to tell me the truth

But my mama she just said

"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.

Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d found forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair ...

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Op donderdag 1 maart 2007 11:07 schreef juon_jacket1 het volgende:
kan zo nix bedenken.... ...12 Mei 1972...weet jij iets...?

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Words and music by bob seger

Went out in norfork hung on a short short

Livin with a bottle of wine

To music, ladies and burned out babies

I was tryin to write a couple of lines

Sherriff gribbs with his grim ad libs

Spoutin bout the crime in the streets

And women were screamin and some were dreamin

bout the crowd between the sheets

You know that music died, hurt my pride

Somehow I got through, back in 72


Somehow we made it to baton rouge

We stayed inside for a week

We werent in town for no mardi gras

So we decided to sleep

Houston, yes, was a good old guest

Tho knows how bad we wanted to play

But we got homesick for lincoln park

(imagine that) and then we just couldnt stay

Tricky dick, he played it slick

Something I was afraid hed do

Back in 72 , oh, 72


Then all our new born philosophers

Out went to alert the world

Then some psuedo-intellectuals

Even got it unfurled

Takin notes on that harvard course

And got me on a bottle of seed

It was so hip to be negative

So square to try and leave

When the waters cleared, it was what we feared

We learned nothin new,

Back in 72

72

72

In 72

Back in 72

Back in 72 back in 72,...

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'69 lyrics


Flying through the night in a beat up wagon
A mike stand up my jacksy
Give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair

And slip into something sexy
Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head
The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O'
Nails

I'll see you down the Speak'
Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last
nigth
But you couldn't hold it down
And you broke up a damn good fight
Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line
Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine

Sixty nine, sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine

On the road to Paradiso
Back of your head, got to pay some dues
Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed
His life at the Boathouse, Kew
Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor
Hallelujah what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no
more

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Well its 1969 ok all across the usa
Its another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Last year I was 21 I didnt have a lot of fun
And now Im gonna be 22 I say oh my and a boo-hoo
Its 1969 ok all across the usa
Its enother year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year with nothing to do
Its 1969
1969 1969 1969 1969 baby
And its 1969 bayyyyyyybee
Baby
Baby
Baby

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Toen wij van Rotterdam vertrokken
met de Edam, een ouwe schuit,
met kakkerlakken in de midscheeps
en rattennesten in 't vooruit,
toen hadden we een kleine jongen
als ketelbink bij ons aan boord,
die voor de eerste keer naar zee ging
en nooit van haaien had gehoord ....
Die van zijn moeder aan de kade
wat schuchter lachend afscheid nam,
omdat ie haar niet durfde zoenen,
die straatjongen uit Rotterdam.

Hij werd gescholden door de stokers
omdat ie van de eerste dag,
toen we maar net de pier uitwaren
al zeeziek in het foc'sle lag,
en met jenever en citroenen
werd hij weer op de been gebracht,
want zieke zeelui zijn nadelig
en brengen schade aan de vracht ....
Als ie dan sjouwend met zijn ketels
van de kombuis naar voren kwam,
dan was het net een brokkie wanhoop,
die straatjongen uit Rotterdam.

Wanneer ie 's avonds in z'n kooi lag
en na z'n sjouwen eind'lijk sliep,
dan schold de man die wacht te kooi had
omdat ie om zijn moeder riep,
toen is ie op een mooie morgen
't was in de Stillen Oceaan,
terwijl ze brulden om hun koffie
niet van zijn kooigoed opgestaan ....
En toen de stuurman met kinine
en wonderolie bij hem kwam,
vroeg hij een voorschot op z'n gage,
voor 't ouwe mens in Rotterdam.

In zeildoek en met roosterbaren
werd hij die dag op 't luik gezet,
de kapitein lichtte z'n petje
en sprak met groc-stem een gebed,
en met een één twee drie in Godsnaam
ging 't ketelbinkie overboord,
die 't ouwetje niet durfde zoenen
omdat dat niet bij zeelui hoort ....
De man een extra mokkie schoot-an
en 't ouwe mens een telegram,
dat was het einde van een zeeman,
die straatjongen uit Rotterdam.

Toen wij van Rotterdam vertrokken,
vertrokken wij van Rotterdam
Toen wiijj van Rotterdam vertrokken,
vertrokken wiijj van Rotterdam
Toen wiiijjj van Rotterdam vertrokken,
vertrokken wiiijjj van Rotterdam
Toen wiiiijjjj van Rotterdam vertrokken,
vertrokken wiiiijjjj van Rotterdam
Toen wiiiiijjjjj van Rotterdam vertrokken,
vertrokken wiiiiijjjjj van Rotterdam
Omdat hij haar niet dorst te zoenen
die straatjongen uit Rotterdam.

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Waar in de wereld je ook bent
Je denkt terug aan dat moment, en weet niet waar je het van kent
Maar opeens herinner je je weer
Er was een eindeloze sfeer, en die is er telkens weer

In Amsterdam, Amsterdam is vanalles aan de gang
Amsterdam, Amsterdam bestaat al eeuwen lang

Amsterdam, Amsterdam - de stad waar alles kan
Amsterdam, Amsterdam - iedereen die weet ervan

Hier ben je werk'lijk nooit alleen
Je vindt een deel van iedereen in alle dingen om je heen
Hier voelen zich alle mensen blij
En in hun doen en laten vrij met het gevoel: Je hoort erbij

In Amsterdam, Amsterdam is vanalles aan de gang
Amsterdam, Amsterdam bestaat al eeuwen lang

In die stad waar heel de wijde wereld jou begroet
Vind je dat wat je zoekt overal in overvloed

Amsterdam, Amsterdam - daar is van alles aan de gang
Amsterdam, Amsterdam bestaat al eeuwen lang

Amsterdam - de stad waar alles kan
Amsterdam, Amsterdam - iedereen die weet ervan