Country Medley: Blanket On The Ground / Ring Of Fire / Fifty Seven Cheverolet / Sea Of Heartbreak / Snowbird
Susan Mccann
5:16There's a million things that we could do this evening With all the nightlife and the silver screen But we've got time and we could take the town in Or take a fast jet, maybe down to New Orleans But what I've got in mind is a small café out of the way Ah, but baby, let's don't stay (let's don't stay), no, it'll be too late (be too late) Oh, what I've got in mind is to disappear, or maybe just to stay right here Well, to tell the truth what I got in mind is making love to you Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to And something warm to come to, when nights are cold and lonely Stand by your man, and show the world you love him Keep giving all the love you can Stand by your man I didn't know God made honky tonk angels I might have known you'd never make a wife You gave up the only one that ever loved you And went back to the wild side of life Send me the pillow that you dream on Don't you know that I still care for you? Send me the pillow that you dream on So darling I can dream on it too I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden Along with the sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime When you take you got to give, so live and let live or let go, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden Take these chains from my heart and set me free You've grown cold and no longer care for me All my faith in you has gone but the heartaches linger on Take these chains from my heart and set me free 'Cause this good girl's gonna go bad I'm gonna be the swingiest swinger you've ever had If you like 'em painted up, powdered up Then you oughta be glad 'Cause your good girl's gonna go bad Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell on you Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden