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Goin' here, goin' there, goin' down the road,
Goin' round, goin' down, getting high, goin' low.
Chorus:
The way we are a mixing, makes me feel like fixing, us a great big life,
And when the cradle drops, and when the trees a shake, I catch the falling knives.
I'll take you to the show and make your garden grown, make you feel oh so good,
And I'll be a living with the best woman, the best that I could find.
Chorus
I love for you to sing, it grows my wings, like a gentle caress,
I love to fly, trek the sky for life, and you bring out my best.
Chorus
Instrumental
Break:
What's to bring me away from you?
I could be after your sort,
But that isn't the case, I love you babe,
And In your presence is where I want to spend,
The rest of my days.
Instumental 2:
Brown eyed girl you make me sing looking in your eyes,
And in this place with your eyes and face, is where I want to die,
Not only love but care enough to know the color of your eyes.
Chorus
Eh?
JC
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