{"id":104,"date":"2017-11-21T16:22:01","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T15:22:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/?page_id=104"},"modified":"2017-11-22T16:42:28","modified_gmt":"2017-11-22T15:42:28","slug":"songtexte-lyrics-something-borrowed-something-blue","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/songtexte-lyrics-something-borrowed-something-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"Songtexte \/ Lyrics „Something Borrowed, Something Blue“"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Lonesome Number One<\/div>\n
Out Among The Stars<\/div>\n
Sweetest Waste Of Time<\/div>\n
Country Roads<\/div>\n
Ring Of Fire<\/div>\n
Green Green Grass Of Home<\/div>\n
Midnight Special<\/div>\n
Love Me Tender<\/div>\n
Wichita<\/div>\n
Unwed Fathers<\/div>\n
I Wish You Knew<\/div>\n
Pancho & Lefty<\/div>\n
Heartbeat<\/div>\n
Please Help Me, I’m Falling<\/div>\n
It’s So Easy To Fall In Love<\/div>\n
Catch A Falling Star<\/div>\n
Me And Bobby McGee<\/div>\n
Rave On<\/div>\n
This Land Is Your Land<\/div>\n
Teach Your Children<\/div>\n
Some Broken Hearts Never Mend<\/div>\n
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry<\/div>\n
Love Hurts<\/div>\n
Cecilia<\/div>\n
Wooden Heart<\/div>\n
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Lonesome Number One<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nLonesome Number One, just call me Lonesome Number One
\nAlthough no titles have I won, I surely must be Lonesome Number One<\/p>\n

Every love I’ve had has faded like the dew
\nEveryone I wanted has wanted someone new
\nHeartaches hang around, they always come
\nWell I surely must be Lonesome Number One<\/p>\n

Seems I’m always losing, love just can’t come near
\nWhenever love gets closer it always disappears
\nSorrow always keeps me on the run
\nWell I surely must be Lonesome Number One<\/p>\n

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Out Among The Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s midnight at a liquor store in Texas \/ beneath the neon, close-up’s just begun
\nA boy walks in the door and points a pistol \/ he can’t find a job, but man, he’s found a gun<\/p>\n

But a change of heart before there’s confrontation \/ lets the old man live and run out in the street
\nThe boy knows that soon they’ll come with guns a-blazing \/ and already he can feel a great relief<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nOh how many travelers get weary \/ bearing both their burdens and their scars
\nDon’t you think they’d love to stop complaining \/ and fly like eagles, out among the stars<\/p>\n

He pictures the arrival of the cruisers \/ sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
\nHe knows that when they’re shooting at this loser \/ they’re aiming at the demons in their lives<\/p>\n

The evening news it carries all the details \/ he dies in every living room in town
\nAnd in his home a bottle’s thrown in anger \/ and his daddy cries „we’ll never live this down“<\/p>\n

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Sweetest Waste Of Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you don’t see me caught in your wire \/ if you don’t hear me outside your door
\nIf all this waiting just leaves me wanting \/ you still would be the sweetest waste of time<\/p>\n

If I could learn the ways of your mind \/ if I could burn a hole in your cold heart \/ every time I called your name<\/p>\n

If you don’t need me when I get lonely \/ if you don’t want me to call your own
\nIf all this hoping just leaves me hurting \/\u00a0you still would be the sweetest waste of time<\/p>\n

If you could find a way through the dark \/ if you could shine a light on my cold heart \/ everytime I lost my way<\/p>\n

If you\u00a0on’t see me caught in your wire \/ if you don’t hear me outside your door
\nIf all this wanting just leaves me waiting \/ you still would be the sweetest waste of time<\/p>\n

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Country Roads<\/strong><\/p>\n

Almost Heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
\nLife is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains growing like a breeze<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nCountry roads, take me home \/ to the place I belong
\nWest Virginia, mountain momma \/ take me home, country roads<\/p>\n

All my mem’ries gather ‚round her, a miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
\nDark and dusty painted on the sky \/ misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye<\/p>\n

I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me
\nThe radio reminds me of my home far away
\nAnd driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday<\/p>\n

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Ring Of Fire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love is a burning thing \/ and it makes a fiery ring
\nBound by wild desire \/ I fell into a ring of fire<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nI fell into a burning ring of fire \/ I went down down down, but the flames went higher
\nAnd it burns burns burns \/ the ring of fire, the ring of fire<\/p>\n

The taste of love is sweet \/ when hearts like ours meet
\nI fell for you like a little child \/ ooh, but the fire went wild<\/p>\n

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Green Green Grass Of Home<\/strong><\/p>\n

The old home town looks the same \/ as I step down from the train
\nAnd there to meet me is my mama and papa
\nDown the road I look and there runs Mary
\nHair of gold and lips like cherries \/ it’s good to touch the green green grass of home<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nYes they’ll all come to meet me, arms are reaching, smiling sweetly
\nIt’s good to touch the green green grass of home<\/p>\n

The old house is still standing \/ though the paint is cracked and dry
\nAnd there’s that old oak tree that I used to play on
\nDown the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
\nHair of gold and lips like cherries \/ it’s good to touch the green green grass of home<\/p>\n

Then I awake and look around me \/ at those four grey walls that surround me
\nAnd then I realize that I was only dreaming
\nFor there’s a guardian and a sad old padre \/ arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak
\nit’s good to touch the green green grass of home<\/p>\n

Yes they’ll all come to meet me, in the shade of that old oak tree
\nas they lay me ’neath the green green grass of home<\/p>\n

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Midnight Special<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well you wake up in the morning \/ you hear the workbell ring
\nAnd they march you to the table \/ too see the same old thing
\nAin’t no food upon the table \/ and no pork up in the pan
\nBut you better not complain boy \/ you’ll get in trouble with the man<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\n|: Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me \ud83d\ude10
\nLet the Midnight Special shine her everloving light on me<\/p>\n

Yonder comes Miss Rosie \/ how in the world do you know
\nBy the way she wears her apron \/ and the dress she wore
\nUmbrella on her shoulder \/ piece of paper in her hand
\nShe come to see the Gov’nor \/ she wants to free her man<\/p>\n

If you ever go to Houston \/ man you better do the right
\nAnd you better not gamble \/ and you better not fight
\nOr the sheriff’s gonna arrest you \/ and his boys will bring you down
\nAnd the next thing you know, boy \/ oh you’re prison bound<\/p>\n

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Love Me Tender<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go
\nYou have made my life complete, and I love you so<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nLove me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill
\nFor my darling, I love you, and I always will<\/p>\n

Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart
\nFor it’s there that I belong, and we’ll never part<\/p>\n

Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine
\nI’ll be yours through all the years, till the end of time<\/p>\n

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Wichita<\/strong><\/p>\n

She went back to Wichita, she went back to her Ma and Pa
\nReckon I saw her next to my truck pumping gas with the car packed up
\nWe talked as neighbors will, they’re waiting for their tanks to fill
\nTalked about nothing, how it might snow, how far she had to go<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nGoing back where the grass grows tall, and the fields burn in the fall
\nYou can still hear the nightbirds call, back in Wichita<\/p>\n

She came in ’85, she came here as a July bride
\nNever got easy, never got rich, ain’t got much but what she came here with
\nGood times have all been spent, she ain’t broken but she’s badly bent
\nNothing she wants here, nothing that shines, she made up her mind<\/p>\n

She said, for all my time well I ain’t got much to show
\nYou can tell that man of mine, and anyone who wants to know<\/p>\n

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Unwed Fathers<\/strong><\/p>\n

In an Appalachian Greyhound station she sits there waiting in a family way
\nGoodbye Brother, tell Mom I love her, tell all the others I’ll write someday<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nFrom a teenage lover to an unwed mother \/ kept undercover like some bad dream
\nWhile unwed fathers, they can’t be bothered \/ they run like water through a mountain stream<\/p>\n

In a cold and grey town, a nurse says „lay down – this ain’t no playground and this ain’t home“
\nSomeone’s children out having children, in a greystone building, all alone<\/p>\n

On a somewhere else bound Smoky Mountain Greyhound she bows her head down singing lullabies
\nYour Daddy never meant to hurt you ever, he just don’t live here, but you got his eyes<\/p>\n

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I Wish You Knew<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nI wish you knew \/ how hard I tried to tell you \/ how hard I tried to get you off my mind
\nI wish you knew \/ how hard I try to sleep at night \/ since I know that you’re no longer mine
\nSince you let another beat my time<\/p>\n

If only half the things were true you said about my heart
\nThen I would have forgotten you since we’ve been apart
\nYou said I forced my lips to kiss you when we said goodbye
\nYou even said I forced the tears that came into my eye<\/p>\n

There’s not a thought that could be worse than knowing that you’re gone
\nBut in the picture in your mind I’m never all alone
\nYou see me in another’s arms just like I’ve been with you
\nBy the way I cry for you each night, I only wish you knew<\/p>\n

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Pancho & Lefty<\/strong><\/p>\n

Living on the road my friend is gonna keep you free and clean
\nNow you wear your skin like iron, your breath as hard as kerosene
\nWeren’t your momma’s only boy, but her favorite one it seems
\nShe began to cry when you said goodbye \/ and sank into your dreams<\/p>\n

Pancho was a bandit, boys, his horse as fast as polished steel
\nWore his gun outside his pants, for all the honest world to feel
\nPancho met his match, you know, on the deserts down in Mexico
\nNobody heard his dying words \/ ah, but that’s the way it goes<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nAll the Federales say they could have had him any day
\nThey only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose<\/p>\n

Lefty he can’t sing the blues all night long like he used to
\nThe dust that Pancho bit down South, it ended up in Lefty’s mouth
\nThe day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
\nWhere he got the bread to go \/ there ain’t nobody knows<\/p>\n

Poets tell how Pancho fell, Lefty’s living in a cheap hotel
\nThe desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold, and so the story ends we’re told
\nPancho needs your prayers, it’s true, but save a few for Lefty too
\nHe only did what he had to do \/ and now he’s growing old<\/p>\n

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Heartbeat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby’s kissing me
\nHeartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory<\/p>\n

Riddledee-pat, I know that new love thrills me \/ I know that true love will be
\nHeartbeat, why do you miss when my baby’s kissing me<\/p>\n

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby’s lips meet mine
\nHeartbeat, why do you flip, then give me a skip-beat sign<\/p>\n

Riddledee-pat, and sing to me love’s story \/ and bring to me love’s glory
\nHeartbeat, why do you miss when my baby’s kissing me<\/p>\n

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Please Help Me, I’m Falling<\/strong><\/p>\n

Please help me, I’m falling in love with you
\nClose the door to temptation, don’t let me walk through
\nTurn away from me darling, I’m begging you to
\nPlease help me, I’m falling in love with you<\/p>\n

I belong to another whose arms have grown cold
\nBut I promised forever to love and to hold
\nI can never be free, dear, but when I’m with you
\nI know that I’m losing the will to be true<\/p>\n

Please help me, I’m falling, and that would be sin
\nClose the door to temptation, don’t let me walk in
\nFor I mustn’t want you, but darling I do
\nPlease help me, I’m falling in love with you<\/p>\n

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It’s So Easy (To Fall In Love)<\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s so easy to fall in love, it’s so easy to fall in love
\nPeople tell me love’s for fools, so here I go breaking all of the rules<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nIt’s so easy – so doggone easy – it seems so easy – where love’s concerned my heart has learned<\/p>\n

Look into your heart and see what your love book’s set aside for me<\/p>\n

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Catch A Falling Star<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nCatch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away
\nCatch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day<\/p>\n

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder, some starless night
\nAnd just in case you feel you want to hold her, you’ll have a pocket full of starlight<\/p>\n

For when your troubles start a-multiplyin‘, and they just might
\nIt’s easy to forget them without tryin‘ with just a pocket full of starlight<\/p>\n

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Me And Bobby McGee<\/strong><\/p>\n

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for the trains, feeling near as faded as my jeans
\nBobby thumbed a Diesel down just before it rained, rode us all the way to New Orleans
\nI pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana, was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
\nWith them windshield wipers slappin‘ time and Bobby’s clapping hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nFreedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free (nothing left that’s all she left to me)
\nFeeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
\nFeeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee<\/p>\n

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
\nStanding right beside me Lord through everything I done, every night she kept me from the cold
\nThen somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away, looking for a home I hope she finds it
\nAnd I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday, holding Bobby’s body next to mine<\/p>\n

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Rave On<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well well the little things that you say and do \/ make me want to be with you
\nRave on it’s a crazy feeling and I know it’s got me reeling when you say „I love you“, rave on<\/p>\n

The way you dance and hold me tight \/ the way you kiss and say good night
\nRave on it’s a crazy feeling and I know it’s got me reeling when you say „I love you“, rave on<\/p>\n

Rave on, it’s a crazy feeling and I know it’s got me reeling
\nI’m so glad that you’re revealing your love to me
\nRave on, rave on and tell me \/ tell me not to be lonely
\nTell me you love me only, rave on to me<\/p>\n

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This Land Is Your Land<\/strong><\/p>\n

As I was walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway
\nI saw below me a golden valley \/ this land was made for you and me<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nThis land is your land, this land is my land \/ from California to the New York Island
\nFrom the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters \/ this land was made for you and me<\/p>\n

And the sun was shining as I was strolling \u00a0and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
\nWhen the fog was lifting a voice come chanting \/ this land was made for you and me<\/p>\n

As I was walking I saw a sign there, and on that sign it said „no trespassing“
\nBut on the other side it didn’t say nothing \/ that side was made for you and me<\/p>\n

In the squares of the city, in the shadow of the steeple, near the relief office I see my people
\nAnd some are grumbling and some are wond’ring \/ if this land’s still made for you and me<\/p>\n

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Teach Your Children<\/strong><\/p>\n

You who are on the road, must have a code that you can live by
\nAnd so become yourself because the past is just a goodbye<\/p>\n

Teach your children well, their fathers‘ hell did slowly go by
\nAnd feed them on your dreams, the one they pick’s the one you know by
\nDon’t you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry
\nSo just look at them and sigh \/ and know they love you<\/p>\n

And you (can you hear) of tender years (do you care)
\nCan’t know the fears (Can you see we) that your elders grew by (must be free to)
\nAnd so please help (teach the children) them with your youth (to believe and)
\nThey seek the truth (make a world that) before they can die (we can live in)<\/p>\n

Teach your parents well, their children’s hell will slowly go by<\/p>\n

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Some Broken Hearts Never Mend<\/strong><\/p>\n

Coffee black, cigarettes \/ start this day like all the rest
\nFirst thing in the morning that I do \/ start missing you<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nSome broken hearts never mend \/ some mem’ries never end
\nSome tears will never dry \/ my love for you will never die<\/p>\n

Rendez-vous in the night \/ a willing woman to hold me tight
\nBut in the middle of love’s embrace \/ I see your face<\/p>\n

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I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hear that lonesome whipporwill \/ he sounds too blue to fly
\nThe midnight train is whining low \/ I’m so lonesome I could cry<\/p>\n

I’ve never seen a night so long \/ when time goes crawling by
\nThe moon just went behind a cloud \/ to hide its face and cry<\/p>\n

Did you ever see a robin weep \/ when leaves begin to die
\nThat means he’s lost the will to live \/ I’m so lonesome I could cry<\/p>\n

The silence of a falling star \/ lights up a purple sky
\nAnd as I wonder where you are \/ I’m so lonesome I could cry<\/p>\n

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Love Hurts<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars
\nAny heart not tough nor strong enough
\nTo take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
\nLove is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain, love hurts<\/p>\n

I’m young, I know, but even so
\nI know a thing or two I learned from you
\nI’ve really learned a lot, really learned a lot
\nLove is like a stove, burns you when it’s hot, love hurts<\/p>\n

Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
\nSome fools fool themselves I guess, but they’re not fooling me
\nI know it isn’t true, know it isn’t true, love is just a lie, made to make you blue, love hurts<\/p>\n

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Cecilia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cilia, you’re breaking my heart, you’re shaking my confidence daily
\nOh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees, I’m begging you please to come home, come on home<\/p>\n

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia up in my bedroom
\nI got up to wash my face, when I come back to bed someone’s taking my place<\/p>\n

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Wooden Heart<\/strong><\/p>\n

Can’t you see I love you, please don’t break my heart in two
\nThat’s not hard to do ‚cause I don’t have a wooden heart
\nAnd if you say goodbye then I know that I would cry
\nMaybe I would die ‚cause I don’t have a wooden heart<\/p>\n

There’s no strings upon this love of mine, it was always you from the start
\nTreat me nice, treat me good, treat me like you really should
\nCause I’m not made of wood, and\u00a0I don’t have a wooden heart<\/p>\n

Muss i denn, muss i denn zum St\u00e4dtele hinaus, St\u00e4dtele hinaus
\nUnd du mein Schatz bleibst hier<\/p>\n

There’s no strings upon this love of mine, it was always you from the start
\nSei mir gut, sei mir gut, sei mir wie du wirklich sollst
\nMein Herz ist nicht aus Holz, und\u00a0I don’t have a wooden heart<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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