Альбом Tom Jones

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Darling,
I'm feeling pretty lonesome,
I'd call you on the phone some
But I don't have a dime.
Darling,
You're so far behind me,
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line.
Taking me some paper
Pencil in my hand,
I'm gonna write:
Darling,
All I feel are cold nights,
Thinking 'bout the old nights
Spent along with you.
Darling,
Tears are in my eyes now,
Knowing I should try now
To make it back to you.
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Darling,
Love you more than ever;
Wish we were together,
Darling mine.
Darling,
I'm feeling pretty lonesome,
I'd call you on the phone some
But I don't have a dime.
Darling,
You're so far behind me,
Tomorrow's gonna find me

Further down the line.
Taking me some paper
Pencil in my hand,
I'm gonna write:
Darling,
I'm feeling pretty lonesome,
I'd call you on the phone some
But I don't have a dime.
Darling,
You're so far behind me,
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line.
Taking me some paper
Pencil in my hand,
I'll write darling,
Love you more than ever,
Wish we were together,
Darling mine.
Darling,
I'm feeling pretty lonesome,
I'd call you on the phone some
But I don't have a dime.
Darling,
You're so far behind me,
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line.
Taking me some paper
Pencil in my hand,
I'm gonna write...
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The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arm reachin' smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize yes, I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home

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Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
dear old papa, sister and brother,
I dreamed about the girl
who's been waiting for so long.

I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
oh, how I wanna go home!

Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City,
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
But by day, I make the cars,
and by night, I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines!

You know,
I rode a freight train north to Detroit City,
After all these years,
I find that I've just been wastin' my time.
So I think I'll take my foolish pride,
put on a south bound freight and ride,

Goin' back to the love ones,
The ones I left waitin' so far behind.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
oh, how want to go home.

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Some people say a man is made outta' mud
A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the store boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store.

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An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless
skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.

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Right from the first day
one man stood alone
And somehow he missed
what didn't exist
How could he have known

He looked all around him..
and lifted his head
For he heard a voice
and rose to rejoice as somebody said

This place needs a woman's touch
To share in the plan
For without a woman's touch
Life don't mean much to a man

Up through the ages
the stories the same
A king to himself, alone with his wealth
is living in vain
His castle will crumble
and he'll wonder why
'Cause wealthy or poor,
there's one thing for sure
He just can't deny
the need of a woman's touch
to share in the plan
For without a woman's touch
Life don't mean much to a man

I was a drifter who couldn't be tamed
So wreckless and wild..
but lost like a child
whose dreams never came
Then I felt the pleasures
of love's happiness
One look in her eyes and
I realized
I've truly been blessed

Thank God for a woman's touch
to share in the plan
For it took my woman's touch
to make me feel like a man

Thank God for a woman's touch
to share in the plan
For it took my woman's touch
to make me feel like a man........