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Mmm, Yeah, Yeah Look in my eyes, take a good look Tell me what you see Because of you, I'm only a fraction Of the man I used to be I didn't want to
I never been down for the kiss and tell And I realize that you don't know me well I'm talkin' 'bout grown-up things Don't let the words get in the way
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Time: 2:46 brother publishing co. bmi Brian wilson I'm a cork on the ocean Floating over the raging sea How deep is the ocean? How deep is the ocean
As I look back at my life As I move on through the year Every time I reminisce One thing rings out loud and clear I'm so grateful a friend like you You
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone The world could come together as one
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
in bed just like Brian Wilson did Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Yes I am, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Lying in bed just like Brian
Well east coast girls are hip I really dig those styles they wear And the southern girls, with the way they talk They knock me out when I'm down there
my ticket to a better place Brought me riches, brought me fame Many people know my name A-ooh a-ooh My old friends who knew me when Say "brian
Where did your long hair go Where is the girl I used to know How could you lose that happy glow? Oh, Caroline no Who took that look away? I remember
The night we met I knew I needed you so And if I had the chance I'd never let you go So won't you say you love me I'll make you so proud of me We'll
It's finally here It's that special season The day is near You know that's the reason That it's smelling so Christmasey When you're smelling that Christmas
Light the lamp and fire mellow Cabin essence timely hello Welcomes the time for a change Lost and found, you still remain there You'll find a meadow
(Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of the man, father of the man) (Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of
Out in the barnyard The chickens do their number Out in the barnyard The cook is chopping lumber Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh
Country feelins they're a-callin me And brother I'm feelin' fine Wanna cut loose from the city Get out and run around Country feelin's movin' in My feet
