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The Turning Point (1969)
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Room To Move (Bonus Tracks on 2001 release:)
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The time must surely come
For the laws to fit the times
The time must surely come
For the laws to fit the times
But while the law is standing
You've got to open up your minds

It seems to be the fashion
To say you're right and they are wrong
It seems to be the fashion
To say you're right and they are wrong
But if you don't see both sides
You'll find yourself in jail 'fore long

You're screaming at policemen
But they're only doing a gig
You're screaming at policemen
But they're only doing a gig
Try and take the time
To figure out how the issue got that big

Lenny Bruce was trying to tell you
Many things before he died
Lenny Bruce was trying to tell you
Many things before he died
Like don't throw rocks at policemen
But get the knots of law untied

Every time you're holding
You are guilty of a crime
Every time you're holding
You are guilty of a crime
The laws must change one day
But it's going to take some time

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Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road
There's a lonely girl who's now fifteen
Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road
There's a lonely girl who's now fifteen
Since I been gone, left a part of me
Things unsaid - remembering

I took her home. We rode a car
Through rushing trees, the moon and night
I took her home. We rode a car
Through rushing trees, the moon and night
It seemed so wrong to say goodbye
Things unsaid. It wasn't right

She's sneaking our her back window
I'm waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road
She's sneaking our her back window
I'm waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road
She couldn't see me ride away
And leave her behind so all alone

A pack of cards for solitaire
Hidden meanings to stow away
A pack of cards for solitaire
Hidden meanings to stow away
Lots of things for memories
For when she dreams of future days

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I'm gonna fight for you JB
Your passing made so many cry
I'm gonna fight for you JB
Your passing made so many cry
But you're resting now from trouble
Out in God's land beyond the sky

I believe you got a bad deal
And that's something I want put right
I believe you got a bad deal

And that's something I want put right
Get the people to hear your blues
Keep them thinking day and night

You were born in Mississippi
And now your body's laid to rest down there
You were born in Mississippi
And now your body's laid to rest down there
But I'm fighting for you JB
I want your blues heard everywhere

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So hard to share, the one you love with another guy
So hard to share, one you love with another guy
When she's with you, you fear your time will soon expire

Where are you girl? I want to love you when I can
Where are you girl? Want to love you when I can


If he keeps you locked up, all my wishes have no chance

If she loves him that's OK, yeah, I want to step back keep control
If she loves him that's OK, I want to step back keep control
He knows she'll never leave me, [lyrics indistinct]

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Going back to California
So many good thing around
Don't want to leave California
The sun seems to never go down
Some people may treat you ugly
Some people beautiful too
That's the way life is all over
Look for the good things for you

California
There's a good place to be
California
That's where I'm feeling so free
California
I'll be back there before long
I'll be back there before long
I'll be back there before long

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I call her on the telephone
But she is hardly ever home
I know she's gotten a lovin' man
And so I see her when I can
Roxanne will always be my friend
And that's the way I'll keep her love

I think she's pretty as a rose
I take her out and buy her clothes
I'd like to take her home with me
But I must wait until she's free


Roxanne will always be my friend
And that's the way I'll keep her love

I love to touch her when we walk
I love to listen to her talk
The way I feel I can't explain
But I will wait for her again
Roxanne will always be my friend
And that's the way I'll keep her love

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may seem peculiarhow I think o'youif you want me, darlin'here's what you must doyou gotta give me'cause I can't give the bestunless I got room to move

if you want me darlin'take me how you cani'll be circulating'cause that's the way I amyou gotta give me'cause I can't give the bestunless I got room to move

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One summer night in Arizona
I saw a girl who I wanted so bad
One lonesome night in Arizona
I saw a girl who I wanted so bad
But I got no chance to tell her
The feelings that I had

We went to the hills with a party
She was falling helpless and stoned
Along through the night of the desert

And I waited till she slept alone
She laid her head on my shoulder
We were sleeping. She was my own

We were all night together a cradle
She was sleeping like a baby child
Our arms together a cradle
She was sleeping like a baby child
Then the sun came up on our desert
She saw me sleeping by her side

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Tell me woman
Who you're with tonight
If you're on your own
that's allright
But if you don't want me with you
Don't waste my time with your jive

Do you have a place
where we could go?
Or does your mother
want you home?
Don't waste my time
I don't have long
It's hard to find a woman
When you know you'll soon be gone


So break the rules
And tell me "yes"
I'll prove to you
That love is best
But if you don't want me with you
Don't waste my time with your jive

In this big city
I'm high and dry-
I just can't make out
Though I try
So if you don't want me with you
Don't waste my time with your jive

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Can't sleep this night baby
What to do
When my lover
Said we were through
She been gone
Forty days
I can't sleep
She ran away

Roll on midnight
That day
Then the night time
She's away
Can't sleep in

Just can't sleep
That's the reason
Just can't sleep
Can't sleep this night, child
Can't sleep this night

Well I'm waiting
Reason I'm gone
Can't stand it baby
Been too long
Time away, child
Can't sleep this night, child
Can't sleep this night

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