Songs Written By Friends

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Below Are Songs Written By Friends

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Dreaming Again

Sometimes late at night, I feel your arms around me tight,
And you're kissing me like you used to do.
But when I awake I realize that you are gone
And I know that I've been dreaming again.

Br:

Why can't I forget the love we knew?-
Why can't I find somebody new?
Each time I try,
I know that in the end I'll cry
And I know that I'll start dreaming again.

I make believe that my poor heart is free
But I'm haunted by those old memories.
Although I pretend that I don't even know your name,
Each night when I sleep, I'm dreaming again.

Br:

Dreaming dreams that won't come true.
Dreaming lovely dreams of you.
Although we're apart,
I still love you in my heart
And each night I start dreaming again.

Jim Weatherford June 20, 1960...Modesto, Ca.

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How Can You Say Goodbye

Tell me, darling, face to face,
How can another love take my place?
I have loved you for so long,
How can you say goodbye and then be gone?

How can you break a heart that loves you so?
The way I feel inside you'll never know'
It seems there's nothing left for me to do but cry;
Since you left me all alone and said goodbye.

Well,...it's all over now.
Guess I'll try to learn to live alone somehow,
But without your love I know that I just can't go on.
How can you say goodbye and then be gone!

Feb. 1960 Jim Weatherford...Modesto, ca.

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My Stumbling Feet
(I Turned Around and I Walked Back To The Street)



I come home late at night and she'll be waiting,

She meets me at the door with, "Hello, Hon'.

You must be cold; it's snowing on the mountain."

Then she smiled,'Come on in here where it's warm.



Some friends of yours came by to spend the evening;

I told them you were working at the store.

They looked at me so funny, but were silent,

And then they said 'goodnight' and closed the door."



Br:



Then we climbed the stairs together like a thousand times before,

But tonight my heart fell at my stumbling feet,-

And I knew that this good woman needed something more than me,

So I turned around and walked back to the street.



She came out right behind me, softly crying,

" Oh, Honey, please don't leave me; it's all right."

But I knew I had to get myself together,

And I didn't cry until I was out of sight.



I caught a southbound freighttrain headed nowhere;

The bitter tears came down and stung my cheeks;

Cold wind outside the open boxcar, screaming;

Oh, a man is so pathetic in defeat!



Rpt: Br;

Ralph Muse 1972...Redding, Ca.