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(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis) From the album Wilderness
[C.W. clears his throat.] Roy. By C.W. McCall.
[The only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a Jew's harp.] I had an old cat named Roy. He was a good ol' boy. He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake, Catch 'im a nice, fresh garter snake. Bring 'im on back and then set in the grass, Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache. Yeah, Roy was a good ol' boy.
'Til the dogs got 'im.
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Sandra : Change you're mind
Change your mind
We getting closer
Change your mind
We can closer
Change your mind
We can closer
These eyes that shine
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wann-
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a be
You think you know me
But you're wrong
To late for questions
When I'm gone
So if you're hear me I'll explain
I need your confort
Not you're blame
Change you're mind
We can get closer
These eyes that shin-
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Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wanna be
How can you ever be so sure
I will adjust if any law
All I'm defending is my world
Do you believe in all you heard?
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