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Cosmic Doodoo
01:40
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Cosmic doodoo cosmic giggle
Cosmic cuties sure can wiggle
Shake their ass
Paint their face
And listen to the tunes
Cosmic karma cosmic city
Cosmic girl she done me shitty
She got some Quaaludes in her purse
And she won't give me none
I say musac you say disco
Baltimore
San Fransico
Cosmic doodoo in my shoe
That I can't dance away
Cosmic couple just married
Her to her
Him to Harry
Cosmic doodoo man or wife
And a turquoise weddin" ring
Cosmic girls got covered up pimples
Country girls got plain ol' dimples
I like country girls the best
They dance that night away
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2. |
The Moonlight Song
03:18
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Moonlight shining through the trees
Moonlight shining down on me
Lights the way for lovers in the dark
Moonbeams dance on rain drenched trees
Sparkle for our eyes to see
Moonlight shine on down and shine on me
Moonlight beys the world around
Paradise that we have found
Here among the trees and things we love
Shines on friends. All far away
Takes us to another day
Moonlight shine on down and shine on me
Layin with the one I love
Lookin at the moon above
Being where we really wanna be
The autumn winds for now are still
The moon turns on and always will
Moonlight shine on down and shine on me
Moonlight shine on down and shine on me
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3. |
Cold Cold World
03:33
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I've tried for a long time but I think I can't win
I'd do it all better if I could do it a-gain
Wherever I'm going it's the same place I been
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Outside it was hot but inside I am cold
The eyes of the young met the eyes of the old
And what they were thinking I'll never be told
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Then an old lady asked me bout this new daylight time
I said it don't matter and she said I don't mind
Then the bus driver said you still owe me a dime
Ain't it a cold, cold world
I can't get no job and I can't get no rest
I started out east and I ended up west
And I'm so glad to be here I'm sure, I would guess
Ain't it a cold, cold world
I might have to leave you, I think's what she said
Wish I could sleep 'stead of tossing in bed
And I find myself thinking I'd be better off dead
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Ain't it a cold, cold world
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Lady talk and no one listening
People laugh and people stare
Lady smiles says she’s a Christian
Seems nobody seems to care
Bus driver says he was a Catholic
But don’t believe in God no more
Just drives his bus and waits for his payday
Wants carpet on his floor
Won’t you come to church on Sunday
I’ll meet you at the big front door
Wish I knew how the story ended
But it won’t ever end no more
Lady tries to save somebody
Says she’s been happy all her life
She said her husband was a preacher
That she was glad to be his wife
She keep on talking no one listens
The children think that she’s a fool
She got her Bible for her road map
An almost silly grin and her eyes are blue
Won’t you come to church on Sunday
I’ll meet you at the big front door
Wish I knew how the story ended
But it won’t ever end no more
Won’t you come to church on Sunday
Won’t you come to church on Sunday
Won’t you come to church on Sunday
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I got an angel of woman with big blue eyes
Friends in the country, old neckties
Big cheeseburgers and good French fries
Could go fishing but the fish draw flies
Could go swimming if it ain't too deep
I'd rather just sit here and rest my feet
I know I ain't lazy cause I don't like sleep
Might just be lazy to you
I want to live in the city have a telephone
Live in the country throw my dog a bone
Ride on space ship want to get lost
Mama still tell me about the Pentecost
Ride a bicycle but my ass gets sore
Sellin' holy bibles, door to door
Used to be stupid but ain't no more
Might just be stupid to you
I like to drink beer, hang out in bars
Don't like buses, and I don't like cars
Don't like president, don't like stars
Never had stitches, but I do got scars
Love to go to parties, I love my friends
Got no books, just got bookends
Thing I'm crazy, well that depends
It don't seem that crazy to me
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6. |
Oooh Love
04:12
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Blue eyes
She's said pretty blue eyes
Said I had pretty blue eyes
See me again
She want's to
See me again
She's such a pleasant surprise
My heart
She got my heart
She's got my heart in her hands
She may not know it
Surely I show it
She's got my heart in her hands
Ooooooooooh love
Nothing else like it 'round
Ooooooooooh love
Nothing else like it I've found
Blue eyes
She got pretty blue eyes
Oh she's got pretty blue eyes
See her again
I want to see her again
She's such a pleasant surprise
Ooooooooooooooh love
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7. |
Down Here Where I Am
02:28
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I think I may start walkin'
Before the morning comes
And I'll be there tomorrow
With my chosen one
The miles don't seem too many
Thinkin' of your charms
And pleasures unlike any
Wrapped up in your arms
The rain keeps on pouring
Down here where I am
The river's overflowin'
Down here where I am
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8. |
Clay Pigeons
03:27
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I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say "Y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game, start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas
Might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin'
For answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes
To get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin' again when I know what to say
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9. |
Faded Loves & Memories
03:11
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Faded loves and memories
How they take the best of me
This old chain around my shoulder's
Only makin' me look older than I am
I'll get over you someday
Faded loves and memories
Where I go they follow me
And I just can't seem to lose'em
So I might as well just use'em one more time
One more sad old country song
Faded loves and memories
yesterday they let me be
Someone smiled and I walked over
Flipper her hair, brushed her shoulder
So I guess I'm gettin' stronger every day
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10. |
If I Could Only Fly
05:51
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I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say "Y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game, start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas
Might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin'
For answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes
To get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin' again when I know what to say
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John Clay Kentucky
Multi-instrumentalist. Aspiring Producer. Songwriter.
Born & raised in Pikeville, Kentucky,
John Clay started into a life of music as a youngster, playing with his bluegrass lovin', coal minin’ dad.
He released his first EP "Now It's Time" in 2016.
The first single, "$34", from his forthcoming new album released in 2019.
His tribute record to Blaze Foley released in August 2020.
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