FOR THE WEEKEND (by Randy Bachman)
Get up early in the
I went from San Fransico
To Memphis Tennessee
I just had to
I used to smoke my brains out
Fly through the sky
I
You can see 'em, the things that you want
But you
Black witches sing their verses
Of charms, hexes and curses
They tried
Goodbye, hard life
Don't cry, would you let it ride?
Goodbye, hard
I was raised, born and bred in a prairie town
When
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take
Tramp
Have you got a quarter for me
Tramp
I'll even take a
I get up early in the morning
And rush to catch
Well, it's the same rhythm
That's played in Memphis
The face shows
Pardon my life, pardon my song
I hope you're not nervous,
Why can't you do something right?
Your name is all over
Hey you
You say you wanna change the world
It's alright
With me,
Bring your pipes and bring your swords
I'll meet you in
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