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SOLDIER OF LOVE
(Lennon - McCartney)
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Surrender To Me. (Sha La La)
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Love Me Peacefully. (Sha La La, Sha La La)
Yeah, Use Your Arms For Loving Me,
Baby, That's The Way It's Gotta Be. (Oo-Oo Oo-Oo Oo-Oo-Oo)
There Ain't No Reason For You To Declare
War On The One That Love You So.
So Forget The Other Boy,
'Cause My Love Is Real,
Come Off Your Battle Field.
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Love Me Peacefully. (Sha La La)
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Love Me Tenderly. (Sha La La, Sha La La)
Yeah, Use Your Arms To Hold Me Tight,
Baby, I Don't Fight No More. (Oo-Oo Oo-Oo Oo-Oo-Oo)
The Weapons You're Using Are Hurting Me Bad
And Some Day You're Gonna See.
'Cause My Love For You, Baby,
Is The Truest You've Ever Had,
A Soldier Of Love At Heart To Be.
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Love Me Peacefully. (Sha La La)
Lay Down Your Arms (Soldier Of Love)
And Surrender To Me. (Sha La La, Sha La La)
Yeah, Use Your Arms To Squeeze And Please,
'Cause I'm The One That Love You So. (Oo-Oo Oo-Oo Oo-Oo-Oo)
Yeah, Soldier Of Love,
Baby Lay Down Your Arms.
Yeah, Soldier Of Love,
Baby Lay Down Your Arms.
SLOW DOWN
(Lennon - McCartney)
Well, Come On, Pretty Baby, Won't You Walk With Me?
Come On, Pretty Baby, Won't You Talk With Me?
Come On, Pretty Baby, Give Me One More Chance.
Try To Save Our Romance!
Slow Down!
Baby, Now You're Movin' Way Too Fast.
You Gotta Gimme Little Lovin',
Gimme Little Lovin',
Ow! If You Want Our Love To Last.
Well, I Used To Walk You Home, Baby, After School,
Carry Your Books Home Too.
And Now You Don't Care A Dime For Me,
Baby, What You Tryin' To Do?
You Better Slow Down!
Baby, Now You're Movin' Way Too Fast.
You Gotta Gimme Little Lovin',
Gimme Little Lovin',
Ow! If You Want Our Love To Last.
Whoa!
Well, Come On, Pretty Baby, Won't You Walk With Me?
Come On, Pretty Baby, Won't You Talk With Me?
Come On, Pretty Baby, Give Me One More Chance.
Try To Save Our Romance!
Slow Down!
Baby, Now You're Movin' Way Too Fast.
You Gotta Gimme Little Lovin',
Gimme Little Lovin',
Ow! If You Want Our Love To Last.
JOHNNY B. GOODE
(Lennon - McCartney)
Deep Down In Louisiana, Close To New Orleans,
Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens;
There Stand A Country Cabin Made Of Tar And Wood,
Where Lives A Country Boy Named Johnny B. Goode.
He Never Learned To Read Or Write A Book So Well,
He Could Play His Guitar Just Like A-Ringing' The Bell.
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Ah, Johnny B- Goode.
He Used To Carry His Guitar In A Gunny Sack,
Sit Beneath The Trees By The Railroad Track,
Oh, Sittin' And A-Playin' In The Shade,
Strummin' To The Rhythm That The Drivers Made.
People Passing By Used To Stop And Say:
My, But How That Country Boy Could Play.
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Ah, Johnny B- Goode.
Ooh!
Well, His Momma Told Him Some Day You Will Be A Man,
And You Will Be The Leader Of A Big Old Band.
Many People Comin' From Miles Around,
To Hear You Play Your Music Till The Sun Goes Don.
Maybe Soon Your Name Will Be In Lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode Tonight.
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Ah, Johnny B- Goode.