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Three O'Clock Ride
04:38
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The three o’clock ride to town brought the morning
Northern Electric sign and the sky
Holding on to shades of arms and the little time we have to care
We ride the rambling, rolling highway van
And the friends we share
Are not to be forgotten
Not to be forgotten
They know their minds
They see the lives they wear
They may not know my fortune
Nor my stumbling roadways there
But they’re warm inside your life
As they should be
We spoke of rhyme and words that have a meaning
Drifting sea and those who find their way
The light was soft and warmed the strings that rang the satin-like air
Music plays my sighing, crying fears away
And the friends we share
Are not to be forgotten
Not to be forgotten
They know their minds
They see the lives they wear
They may not know my fortune
Nor my stumbling roadways there
But they’re warm inside your life
As they should be
And sleep crept through the curtains but was smiling
The silent road to home calling me
Holding on to shades of arms and the little time we have to care
We ride the rambling, rolling highway van
And the friends we share
Are not to be forgotten
Not to be forgotten
They know their minds
They see the lives they wear
They may not know my fortune
Nor my stumbling roadways there
But they’re warm inside your life
And it’s warm inside your life
And warm inside your life
I’d like to be
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Did you look at that girl?
I wish you’d look the other way
She’s got something up her sleeve
I don’t believe it’s going away
Hard luck, bet you any money
You won’t take the time
To find the one and only cure
Don’t you look at that girl
Oh, don’t you look at that girl
She’s got sisters all around the world
She’s an expert, don’t you see that she’s always
Showing off her expert-tease
She’s got a lot of nerve
You know she don’t deserve what I got
Can’t believe my ears
I think I hear another cheap shot
Don’t buy it, there isn’t any more
She’s got your number
It’ll just get you in trouble for sure
Don’t you look at that girl
Oh, don’t you look at that girl
She’s got sisters all around the world
She’s an expert, don’t you see that she’s always
Showing off her expert-tease
Don’t let me down
You know I tell you that it’s wrong, wrong, wrong
No heart, no soul
Just the real chance of ending up all alone
Oh, don’t you look at that girl
She’s got sisters all around the world
She’s an expert, don’t you see that she’s always
Showing off her expert-tease
Don’t you look at that girl
She’s got sisters all around the world
She’s an expert, don’t you see that she’s always
Showing off her expert-tease
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I’ve been thinking all along
You were right, I was wrong
Now I know that I’m okay
Better off this way
Thinking about, ‘bout you day and night
Without you to hold me tight
In so long, so long
Please take the rest of me
To keep myself company
What’s the sense of leaving me
And walking off with my heart?
I was thinking later on
I’d be fine, I’d be strong
Only thing is, now and then
I just can’t pretend
I don’t think about you all day long
Without you I can’t go on
Anymore, anymore
Please take the rest of me
To keep myself company
What’s the sense of leaving me
And walking off with my heart?
With my heart
With only part of my being
What’s the sense, what’s the sense of leaving?
Please take the rest of me
To keep myself company
What’s the sense of leaving me
And walking off with my heart?
With my heart
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Ronney Abramson Ottawa, Ontario
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With a style that warmly blends gentle jazz-infused rock and R&B-inspired pop, Ronney Abramson is back doing what she loves most: playing music and writing songs.
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