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Shhh!
gonna lay me down here by this little creek,
if ya'ain't got somethin' ta say, then please don't speak,
gonna dream a bit, 'n watch the dragonflies
rememberin'a time, long gone by
thinkin of that skinny dip, in such a place as this
no cherry was ever so sweet as his kiss
that tanned strong boy, his body lean
pullin out the water, how his muscles gleamed
rollin' in the grass, just laughin'at time
I was his he was mine,
runnin' down paths, climbin' the trees
echos of our voices still floatin' in the breeze
wrapped in his arms neath the willow boughs
as we lay dreamin' , whisperin' vows
and I promised to be his, and he'd be true
we made love that whole summer through,
Don't bother me, don't wake me from my dream!
let me feel the mud in my toes, let me smell that sweet earth
again!
Don't wake me, to remember how the dream ends.
by El
"Blue bayou" - Linda Ronstad
I feel so bad I've got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on Blue Bayou
Saving nickels, saving dimes, working 'till the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou
I'm going back some day come what may to Blue Bayou
Where you sleep all day and the catfish play on Blue Bayou
All those fishing boats with their sails afloat If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes, how happy I'd be
Go to see my baby again
And to be with some of my friends
Maybe I'd be happy then on Blue Bayou
I'm going back some day, gonna stay on Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine and the world is mine on Blue Bayou
Oh, that girl of mine by my side the silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day gonna take away this hurtin' inside
I'll never be blue, my dreams come true on Blue Bayou
"Swamp River Days" - John Fogerty
Two-lane
Shinin' in the july dust
Heat risin' off the road
Out in front of my truck
Pulled my pick-up over the hill
Down the slide gravel through the cat-tails
Give me those swamp river days again
Sat down in the shade of a cotton wood tree
Pretty soon the swamp critters' callin' me
Skinny river kids swim in my mind
Hucklebums on cane-pole time
Give me those swamp river days again
Old memories out in the crick
Playin' hooky with a hobo stick
Old memories startin' to fade
Take me away
Cody river playin' on the radio
Takes me back to a girl I used to know
Sweet Susie do you think about me
That was good as it's ever gonna be
Give me those swamp river days again
Give me those swamp river days again
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