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To: Wharf Rat who wrote (37)	1/20/2005 9:28:42 PM
From: sandintoes	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 32130

Bojangles The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band by Jerry Jeff Walker from Uncle Charlie, Liberty Records, c1970 I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you, In worn out shoes, With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants The old soft shoe. He jumped so high, jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out. He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step (CHORUS) He said his name "Bojangles" then he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance, o he jumped so hi, & he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around (CHORUS) He danced for those at minstrel shows & county fairs, throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about. His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieves. (CHORUS) He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please (CHORUS) Copyright © 2001 The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. All rights reserved. Revised: Thursday, July 12, 2001

To: Wharf Rat who wrote (37)	1/20/2005 9:36:13 PM
From: goldworldnet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32130

Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire author: P.F. Sloan The eastern world it tis explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin', you're old enough to kill but not for votin', you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin', and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin', but you tell me over and over and over again my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today? If the button is pushed, there's no running away, There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave, take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy, but you tell me over and over and over again my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin', I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, handful of Senators don't pass legislation, and marches alone can't bring integration, when human respect is disintegratin', this whole crazy world is just too frustratin', and you tell me over and over and over again my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China! Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama! Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, but when you return, it's the same old place, the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace, you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace, hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace, and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. * * *