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Got to pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues, And you know it don't come easy. You don't have to shout or leap about, You can even play them easy.

Never in my life Could I find a girl like you Never in my life Could I find a girl like you When I wake up in the morning You make me feel so good Bringing me the cider whisky Feel a bit lonely too

Every time you monkey child Takes my breath away Well every time you move like that, girl I got to get down and pray Girl you know that dress you're wearin' Is made out of fiberglass Every time you shake it, baby I got to go to Sunday Mass Oh! You're so down home girl

I'm with you, my love The light's shining through on you Yes, I'm with you, my love It's the morning and just we two I'll stay with you, darling, now I'll stay with you 'til my seas are4 dried up I've been waiting so long I've been waiting so long I've been waiting so long To be where I'm going In the sunshine of your love

And I say we all need a friend. And they're asking me, "Don't they give you hard times?" And I say, " Yeah, but they'll be ther in the end." And they're asking me, "Who you look like Jesus?" And i say, "It ain't because I try." But when they're asking me, " How much do you party?" I say, "I just like to get high, and high, and high, and higher!" 'cause I'm a loner. I'm a loner. And i'm a stoner. Won't you please leave me alone?

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone. I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry. I remember that you said goodbye. It's too bad that all these things, Can only happen in my dreams Only in dreams In beautiful dreams.

Everything you say is lies But to me that's no surprise What I had for you was true Things go wrong, they always do She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself

Funny story.... In the 70s and 80s Zweigles was owned by Bob Berl (the current owners grandfather). He was my grandmother's cousin, and he was also the "Bob" from Don and Bobs restaurants fame. My Brother was a manager for Wegmans in the 90's, and they had come out with the Wegmans version of a natural casing hot dog. An older gentleman was at the hot dog case, and stopped my brother while he passed by, and asked his opinion of the new Wegmans hots. My brother promptly told him that they were actually better tasting than Zweigles, and that he should know, (not because he was an authority on hot dogs), but because the people who own Zweigles are his grandmother's cousin. The older man, his interest peaked, then asked my brother who was their cousin who ran Zweigles, and my brother proudly said Bob Berl. The old man looked at my brother and held out his hand and introduced himself "Hi, I'm Bob Berl" He had also noticed my brothers last name on his name tag, and said "tell Bernie (our Dad) I said hi", and walked away with the most amusing grin on his face.

Driving myself 'til I'm sick and crazy my wipers aren't clearing my view Freezing my ass 'cause my heater's busted Skin turning bluer than blue and my tires are bald but loving it all Fornicating on the wet road Mr. Mechanic I started to panic, hit the brake, .......my fluid was low Oh no no I never felt like this before Got the taste I'll be coming back for more Oh no no I never thought I'd get this far Ring a bell and give the man a big cigar Ooh la la

The Gun. Race with the Devil

Well, the smoke was rollin' out the back When I started to gain on that Cadillac I knew I could catch him, and I hoped to pass But when I did I'd be nearly out of gas Well I went around the corner with the tires on the side You could feel the tension Man, what a ride I said, "Hold on, I got a license to fly!" And the Cadillac pulled over and he let me by

They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's even worse; Thursday's awful sad The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on Friday, but Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church where I kneel down and pray

I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail A starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, and the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the water

Yes, I've packed up my clothes I'm moving away from your door Lord, I've packed up my clothes 'Said I'm moving away from your door I've been your fool for so long An'babe I won't play that fool no more

Somewhere along the lonely road I had tried to find ya Day after day on the windy road I had walked behind ya and I've been forgiven Since you've taken your place in my heart Waiting, watching Wishing my whole life away Dreaming, thinking Ready for my happy day And some easy livin'!

Dear Mister Fantasy, play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy

Mama told me when I was young "Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"

Well we come down to the valley We ain't far away no more You can't leave us dying this time 'Cos we're all around your door Me and my cousin Me and my brother My little sister too Come looking for a rainbow Yea we're looking for a rainbow

Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road to try to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars And we practiced right on out in the street No, we didn't have much money We barely made enough to survive But when we got up on stage and got ready to play People came alive Rock and roll band Everybody's waitin' Gettin' crazy Anticipating love and music Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, the only two things a gambler needs Are a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on the drunk And I'm goin' away, my baby I'm gonna leave you, honey, now Well, that train passed by when you lay sleepin' I'm gonna write you a letter on a dusty boxcar wall

And even though we ain't got money I'm so in love with you, honey And everything will bring a chain of love And in the morning, when I rise You bring a tear of joy to my eyes And tell me everything is gonna be alright

We gonna pitch a Wang dang doodle, all night long All night long, all night long All night long, all night long We gonna pitch a Wang dang doodle, all night long Tell Fats and Washboard Sam That everybody gonna to jam Tell Shakin Boxcar Joe We got sawdust on the floor

Woke up this morning, my dog was dead, Someone disliked him and shot him through the head. Woke up this morning, my cat had died, I know I'll miss her, sat down and cried. Came home this evening, my hog was gone, People here don't like me, I think I'll soon move on. Now somethings happened, that would make a saint frown, I turned my back and my house burned down.