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Stephen Stills (1970)
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If you're down and confused
And you don't remember who you're talking to
Concentration slip away
Because your baby is so far away

Well, there's a rose in the fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with

Don't be angry, don't be sad
And don't sit crying over good times you had
There's a girl right next to you
And she's just waiting for something to do

And there's a rose in the fisted glove
And eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do do do, do do do

Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with

Turn your heartache right into joy
She's a girl and you're a boy
Get it together, make it nice
Ain't gonna need any more advice

And there's a rose in the fisted glove
And eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with
Love the one you're with

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do do do, do do do

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Round, round, up and down
All along the lonely town
See him sinkin' low
Doesn't see the joy there is to know
chorus:
And he cries from the misery
And he lies singin' harmony
She is gone there is no tomorrow
It is done so now here must borrow
The life of his brothers
And living in sorrow
Must do for the others
A chill wind hits his face
Was that a tear I thought I saw a trace?
Loving people everywhere
Where is she? She is not there
chorus

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You see, it's my thing
To be part of someone
As a true friend is part of me
You know that there's so much
Oh, little girl, we've got to tell each other
About the whole world
And most especially one another, oh yeah, all right
And you know, and you know?
chorus:
And it's hard, yes it is
It's hard, yes it is
And I wonder
I wonder could it be a dream?
And you know that the self made man, babe
Is truly shallow
He knows he's no one
But who he wants to be
So while you still sing, baby
You got to tell me, baby
Is it your thing to be part of anyone?
Anyone, anyone
chorus (x2)
And it's hard, yes it is
It's hard, yes it is
And I wonder
I wonder if it's a dream
And it's now, children, could it be a dream?

. . .


When I was young and needed my time alone
Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou
Bogafalaya River was dark and cold
Seven years old, I couldn't find my way home
chorus:
Old times, good times
Old times, good times
When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar
Got myself a job in a jax beer bar
Got myself together, went to New Orleans
Found myself workin' for rice and beans
chorus
New York City was so damned cold
I had to get out of that town before I got old
California, rock and roll dream
Got too high and we blew our whole scene
But we had a good time
chorus (x2)

. . .


Think I'll go back home
Think I'll go back home
Think I'll go back home
Back where I belong
Think I'll go back home
Nothin' for me here
Nothin' for me here, child, no there ain't
Nothin' for me here
People trapped by fear
And you can't get near
Lived with you I felt
Lived with you I felt, child
Lived with you I felt
I was by myself
I was someone else
Babe, come home with me
Babe, come home with me now
Babe, come home with me
And I'll make you see
Yes, I'm gonna set you free
When I woke up this morning
I found that I was alone, yeah
Till I called your number
They told me there's no one home again
Baby, what does it mean?
Is it like it seems?

. . .


When I get restless, what can I do?
When I need someone, I think about you
I got to move on, not fade away
I'm only just growing a little each day

(Hold it) I got to quit this runnin' 'round
(Hold it) Never gonna get rid of these blues
(Hold it) I got to find somebody to love
(Hold it) Slow me down, yeah

(My, what a time) Look out, now
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)

When I get older, mellowed down
Get myself settled on a patch of ground
Takin' it easy, live every day
Me and the raven, we make our way

(Hold it) I got to quit this runnin' 'round
(Hold it) Never gonna get rid of these blues
(Hold it) I got to find somebody to love
(Hold it) Let me slow me down, yeah

(My, what a time) Look out
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)
(Sit yourself down, take a look around)

. . .


drawn to a flame
she is far away
out of reach
will she burn her wings
i can only watch
out of touch
out of my mind

i wish i could tell
if she's alright
feeling fine
it's lucky for me
i'm not a jealous man
out of hand
out of my mind

when this party's over
over
i will lose her
to another

get yourself high on someone
and then wave goodbye
don't you cry
go ahead break your heart
but don't fall apart
it's like saying goodbye
to Paris for the first time


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spoken:
This is a song about a card game

Black queen, holding hearts
Black queen, tear the game apart
Black queen, don't you know?
Can't beat aces all in a row, black queen, no you can't
Have mercy black queen
Don't you go mess with the black queen, no
Black queen, see the whole hand
Black queen, where's your black man?
Black queen, if he ain't in the hole
Black queen, you got some more to show me, black queen
Oh, get on me black queen
Oh, Lord, have mercy, black queen
She's called to beat me clean
Black queen, where's your bank roll?
Black queen, where did it go?
Black queen, the truth is hard
Black queen, you're playin' foolish cards, black queen

. . .


In my short time
I've loved, I've shined
And now I find
All my lovin' just been blind
Southern girl, come on
You and me babe, gotta move on
My fortunes mean nothing
I never cared about fame
The dark eyed Cherokee
Like the raven she knows me
The secret she keeps
Like her soul so deep
Nothin' 'round here get to me
Like the lady from Tennessee
Like the lady from Tennessee

. . .


We are not helpless, we are men
What lies between us
It can be set aside and ended
Ev'ryday we learn more how to hate
Shut the door
And then we tell ourselves we can't relate
Only to the ones who are the same
Yet even they are diff'rent
And ever so they shall remain
All are strangers, all are friends
All are brothers, brothers
Open up, my friend, and learn to hear
For even lying
When it has nothing you should fear
If you cannot let yourself be known
By anyone
Then you are hiding and not whole
All are strangers, all are friends
All are brothers, brothers
We, your children, we would ask you all
Please do not hide your eyes
And listen when we call
We will whisper, shout or make a scene
We are the answer
For we can live the peace we dream
All are strangers, all are friends
All are brothers, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yes, America's children
Are askin' ev'rybody some questions about how it is
Yes, America's children
Are makin' it hard to look them in the eyes
America's children
Are makin' it hard to live lies, you know, whoa, it is
And America's children
Are diggin' that ev'rywhere children
Are diggin' we live on the earth
We live on the earth, we live on the earth right now
Yes, and it's right on, children of the earth, and it's right on
Children of the earth, and it's right on
Children of the earth and it's right on, right on, yeah
This is what has made our nation free
For life is change
And only blind men cannot see
The new order is upon us now
It is the children
They have the wisdom to be free
All are strangers, all are friends
All are brothers

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