Something happens to me every time when we touch Sometimes I'm worried, 'cause I think I might love you too much Yeah, I know what your mama said and
Don't you know what you are What you are darling to me You're the first evening star And the only star I see You're my life through the day And you're
Written by Skip Battin Well come back home, well come back home Well come back home, well come back home If you wanna tell someone about it tell me,
Well, I've been watching you dance For a while little girl And I'd like to have a chance To learn your style little girl 'Cause you have a way of moving
I'm a hungry planet I had a youthful face They were in a hurry To go to outer space They needed bombs and tungsten Ore and iron too So they climbed and
See the sun how bright it is It never was before See the sun it shines right through My door but no one's there I see warm smiles I never gave Reflecting
Ladies and gentlemen let's have a fine hand for The Byrds Catfish pie in a gris-gris bag I'm the lover of the bayou Mark your doorstep with a half-wet
Starlight crossed my eyes She took me by surprise Said you'd come to town Last summer brought me down I said I'd never seen The likes of you before She
loving And I saw the great blunder my teachers had made Scientific delirium madness I will keep falling as long as I live Ah, without ending And I will
You make me smile And all the while You're so cool I can feel You care if it's real Our love I found you here The sun in your hair Caught my eye passing
Written by Lowell George and Bill Payne Tailights flickerin', as he pulled up to a truckstop The same old crowd was hangin' out again tonight He said
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, railing's froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't goin' nowhere Ooee, ride me high Tomorrow's
you will come with me Then girl you will see That you won't have to cry any more There's no reason to feel blue, because nobody says to you And I will
If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was was passing time, my life was just a season Dares and dreams and silly schemes
Dressed in country cloth and sitting on the floor Warmed by antique sun amid the green timber Held together by uncertainty, climb the Babel tower Looking
Oh I love you in the morning When the sun comes shinning through And I love you in the daylight When the sheets turn pale blue Well I want to be your
Fat ugly fat man swam In a red tire made of stone A painted lady paddled next to him With two poodles on her lap Garbo quietly picked a flower While the
I ran to tunnel of love You were no longer sparking clean Well, my boat got stuck in the fog Here I used to go swim in the stream The gates of the tunnel