Chet Atkins - I Still Can't Say Goodbye

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John Hartford introduces CCR at their back door?.......

Lookin out my back door:

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!

Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.

Imagination sets in, pretty soon Im singin,

Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door.

Theres a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin high heels.

Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.

A dinosaur victrola listning to buck owens.

Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.

Wont you take a ride on the flyin spoon?

Doo, doo doo.

Wondrous apparition provided by magician.

Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.

Wont you take a ride on the flyin spoon?

Doo, doo doo.

Bother me tomorrow, today, Ill buy no sorrows.

Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door

Forward troubles illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!

Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.

Bother me tomorrow, today, Ill buy no sorrows.

Doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door

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At Seventeen

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The Valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relation/ed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
They lose the love they sought to gain
debentures of quality
And dubious integrity
Their small town eyes will gaze at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen
To those of us who know the pain
Of Valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen

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John Hartford (with Roy Huskey Jr.) - Gentle On My Mind

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BBC Old Grey Whistle Test 1976
With David Lindley

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must've thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found
I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening
I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
(Alt:crying is the easier down)
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown

In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily, it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive but you'll never know

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Old Grey Whistle Test 1976 with David Lindley

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