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Got to Be With You
Sell my house, I’m gonna sell my car
Just gotta be where you are
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you.
And I won’t listen to what my friends say
I made up my mind I’m gonna do it my way
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you.
Burnt my bridges so I can’t turn back
If I got you there aint nothing I lack
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you.
Maybe they were right you were only joking
But a heart that’s never been in love
Is poorer than a heart that has been broken.
So I will listen to my heart
Tell me that you’re true
Maybe it is lying but I gotta be with you.
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you.
Sell my house, I’m gonna sell my car
Just gotta be where you are
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you. 
Burnt my bridges so I can’t turn back
But if I got you there aint nothing I lack
Gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you.
I gotta be with you
I gotta stay with you
I gotta be with you
         
         
      
Please Don’t Haunt Me
          You haunt me baby, since you been gone
          It’s as quiet as a graveyard, and it’s as cold as a tomb
          The other night I heard some noises up in your room
          Someone was looking for something up there in the gloom.
          
          You haunt me baby, since you went away
          You haunt me baby, night, noon and day
          I know you’re living somewhere but it seems like you’re dead
          I’m sleeping with my eyes open, and I’m shaking in my bed.
          
          You haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
          I can feel you somewhere in this room
          You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test?
          Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
          
          You haunt me baby, I hear footsteps on the stairs
          And I turn on the light but there ain’t nobody there
          So I leave on the light cos I hear laughter in the dark
          When I cover up my ears I just hear my pounding heart.
          
          You haunt me baby, I’ve got a charm round my neck
          I bought a lucky black cat, put a ring of salt round my bed
          But last night the lucky black cat got scared and ran
          So please don’t haunt me baby, I’m a worried man.
          
          Haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
          I can feel you somewhere in this room
          You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test
          Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
              
         
      
I’m Not a Rock
         I’m not a rock in your stormy ocean
         I’m not a rock in your stormy sea
         When you leave a rock it’s still a stone
         I’m flesh and bone, what you think happens when you leave me?
         
         In your wilderness I’ve no refuge
         Just some shelter from the storm
         When you leave a shelter when the storm is over
         Don't need the cover I’m just an empty shell when you’re gone.
         
         Call me up, you write me these letters
         You lean on me, ‘cause you think I’m strong
         You get me in trouble, say it makes you feel better
         But sometimes I wish you’d leave me alone.
         
         Do you think of me when I’m gone?
         
         In your desert I’m no oasis
         In your wasteland no silver stream
         Cause when you’ve taken your fill there’s still the oasis
         And other places.  What you think happens when you take from me?
         
         Well, you call me up, you write me these letters
         You lean on me, ‘cause you think I’m strong
         You get me in trouble, say it makes you feel better
         But sometimes I wish you’d leave me alone.
         
         Do you think of me when I’m gone?
         
         I’m not a rock in your stormy ocean
         I’m not a rock in your stormy sea
         When you leave a rock it’s still a stone
         I’m flesh and bone, what you think happens when you leave me?
         What you think happens when you leave me?
           
              
         
      
Hands Of Joseph
When they looked at Joseph
They said, They're the hands of a carpenter
They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
They're the hands that should work in wood
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
            
He would sing about joy, sing about faith
That the people wished they had
How he heard the voice of Jesus
When the rolling sea got mad
He's a boat in the harbour, he's safe in that love
He know some day he'll be sailing above
            
  When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a stonemason
They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
They're the hands that should work in stone
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
            
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a fisherman
The musician and the mason-carpenter
And he's happy all the time
For they’re working every day
And those old hands of Joseph
Oh how they can play.
              
         
      
Pykey Boy
Easter time is a-coming, move to Mitcham right away
And I get a job on the Easter fair
   Where you get paid by the day
I’ve got a good juk he cost me thirty og
From a mush that I ken for a while
I will make my way to Mitcham, boys,
I will live the showman style.
I will live the showman style.
          
Now the old boys say it ain’t the same
As it was in their young day
But they can still spot a soft touch
From a hundred yards away.
And I’ll get a job on the cars all right
It’s a job I done before.
And maybe pull a gadgo gal or two
It’s a cushty place to score.
It’s a cushty place to score.
          
Setting up is easy
Striking it’s harder, though
The rest of the time you’re getting paid
For the job you want to do.
The juk minds the van
And I mind me own
It’s the only way I’ve found
Oh, Easter time is coming
I will follow the fairground round
I will follow the fairground round.
          
Oh, the life of a Pykey boy
It’s the one that gets you by
And the rake and the shack and the other times
And there’s Parni in the sky
Oh, I’m totting in the wintertime
          With the wheels and the juk makes three
          Oh, the Easter fair brings the summertime
          And the summer belongs to me
          Oh, the summer belongs to me.
           
              
         
      
Bentley and Craig
          In 1952 in Croydon (town)
          There was bombsites still around from the war
          November that year food was scarcely off the ration
          Two boys went out to rob a store.
          
          Craig he was just about sixteen years old,
          Bentley he was nineteen,
          But Craig had a shooter stuck in his pocket
          Made him feel more like a man.
          
          Out on the roof of Barlow and Parker
          Somebody saw them there.
          In a matter of minutes the police had arrived
          And when they saw them you can bet those boys were scared.
          
          Craig he shouted that he had a gun
          And he thought about the movies that he'd seen
          Back at Fell Road they signed the rifles out
          And arrived very quick back on the scene.
          
          Some of the police got onto the roof
          Bentley knew that he could not escape
          So he gave himself up and they put him under arrest
          And he begged his young friend Chris won't you do the same.
          
          “Give me the gun,” the sergeant cried
          “Let him have it Chris,” poor Bentley said,
          But a shot rang out well it tore the night in half
          Well the poor policeman was lying there dead.
          
          Some people said it was a bullet from Craig's gun
          That laid that policeman away.
          Some people said it was a police marksman's bullet,
          Some people said it could be a ricochet.
          
          Both was found guilty of murder Craig he was too young not yet a man
          Though he was under arrest when the fatal shot was fired
          Derek Bentley was judged old enough to hang
          Bentley he was judged to be a man.
          
          Twenty-three of January in Wandsworth prison
          When they took poor Bentley's life
          Some people shouted and some people prayed
          Some people just hung their heads and cried.
          
          Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
          There's still one thing left to do
          You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
          For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you
          
          In 1952 in Croydon (town)
          There was bombsites still around from the war
          November that year food was scarcely off the ration
          Two boys went out to rob a store.
          
          Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
          There's still one thing left to do.
          You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
          For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
          
          Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
              
         
      
Water of Dreams
          Oh, the other day, I had the strangest dream
          I was walking down the street
          There was banners and headlines everywhere
          I stumbled into Blair Peach  
          And the first thing I said was
          “Well, I thought you was dead.”
          “Bet you see me alive” says he.
          “And who are these two men travelling with you?”
          He said “this man’s called Towers,
          And this man’s name is Kelly.”
          
          Well the next thing I said was
          ”That wound to your head
          It surely must get some attention.”
          He said “at least I got mine
          Out here on the street
          These two got theirs in detention.”
          And Kelly and Towers
          Rolled up their shirts
          And the pain was plain to see
          And I looked away
          I was lost for what to say
          When somebody said to me,
          
          If you can learn to live with your doubt
          You will soon learn to live with a lie.
          But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
          And be washed to the shore
          To be seen by your sleeping eye.  
          
          Well, the next thing I said was
          “But you three are dead,
          You’re only alive in my dream
          And I never harmed you so why visit me?
          I never did anything.”
          Then the three of them looked
          At each other a while
          And then they looked at me
          “That’s right,” says Towers
          “That’s right,” said Peach
          “That’s right, oh, that’s right,” said Jimmy Kelly.
          
          If you can learn to live with your doubt
          You will soon learn to live with a lie.
          But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
          And be washed to the shore
          To be seen by your sleeping eye.  
           
              
         
      
Affairs of the Heart      
          Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind
          Cause they turn us into fools every time
          Affairs of the heart keep you awake at night
          Lose your head, and you lose your appetite
          Except for the loving cup, which you fill yourself up
          You fill yourself up
          And you just can’t seem to get enough.
          
          Isn’t it funny how a man like you can fall
          Till you find yourself up against the wall
          With your heart and your head
          And the things that were said
          But don’t you know in the end
          It just won’t matter at all
          
          Affairs of the heart make you lose your way
          You listen to your head, but you do what your heart say
          And the time you had was just like sand
          You know it slips away, it slips away
          Away through the fingers of your hand.
          
          Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind
          They turn us into fools every time.
              
         
      
Cold on the Stones
          You can’t sweep me out of here with that broom
          I’ve given you all of my money
          And you gotta give it just a little more room
          I”ve given you all of my money.
          
          It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
          It was five below and that was at midnight
          It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
          It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight.
          
          There’s a north wind blowing swirling up the snow
          Give me some time to catch my breath
          Before the first place opens there’s hours to go
          If I leave now I’m gonna catch my death.
          Every penny I had went across the bar
          I didn’t realise my time was up
          And if I leave now I won’t get too far
          How much is that coffee, give me one more cup.”
          
           So this is the night life they talk about
          I’m a stranger here, I’m a long way from home
          They’ll take your money, then they kick you out
          I don’t wanna be out there on my own.
              
         
      
Geordie’s on the Road      
          Geordie’s on the road again
          Daisy roots and a tartan bag
          Hear from him in old New York
          Maybe here in Amsterdam.
          
          See you in Los Angeles
          In a couple of hours, well I’ll be there
          Down below he’s on the road
          And it may take him a love affair
          
          It’s a long road, has no name
          Icy clouds and mountain tops
          Travelling blind, we’re much the same
          Turnpikes, freeways, trucking stops.
          
          Don’t know why we’re travelling
          Just to keep from standing still
          And don’t know when we’ll meet again
          All I know is that we will.
          
          May the road that leads you on,
          Like the choice to be alone,
          Be direction freely made
          And at the right time lead you home.
              
         
      
Song for Martin
          Don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Just because he looks all right
          I've seen him look like this before
          And if he says he wants to be alone
          At least try to walk with him home
          See if you can put your foot in the door
          
          Don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Keep him talking until daylight
          This time well I think he's coming through
          
          Don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Just because he looks all right
          He's only gotta pick up the phone
          Now one of them guys in the car will be around
          And give him just enough on account
          They know that he'll be back for more.
          
          Don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Keep him talking until daylight
          This time well I think he's coming through.
          
          Now he's trying to show he's cool, but I know him
          I ain't fooling
          And because you love him he’s bound to lie
          When this time he’s got so close
          Now’s the time to be scared the most
          He's looking everywhere but in your eyes.
          
          So don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Keep him talking until daylight
          This time well I think he's coming through.
          
          'S endless coffee and cigarettes
          Now don't take it hard when he says
          He doesn't need you cos that’s when he needs you most
          He’ll cry till he laughs and laugh till he weeps
          And suddenly he'll fall asleep
          Then you can let your own eyes close
          
          Don't leave Martin alone tonight
          Keep him talking until daylight
          This time well I think he's coming through
          This time I think he's coming through.
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