Bring Your Troubles to the City - Al Holliday

Honey, it's getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow, make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one Unchain your back door Invite me around Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go, yeah Honey, it's getting close to daybreak The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So get down on your knees, honey Assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting 'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go So pick up your foolish pride No going back Nowhere, no way, no place to hide Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter Bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go Let her go Let her go Gonna getcha now

Sit beside the breakfast table Think about your troubles Pour yourself a cup of tea And think about bubbles You can take your teardrops And drop them in a teacup Take 'em down to the riverside And throw them over the side To be swept up by a current Then taken to the ocean To be eaten by some fishes Who were eaten by some fishes And swallowed by a whale Who grew so old He decomposed He died and left his body To the bottom of the ocean Now, everybody knows That when a body decomposes The basic elements Are given back to the ocean And the sea does what it oughta And soon there's salty water (Not too good for drinkin') 'Cause it tastes just like a Teardrop (So they run it through a filter) And it comes out from a faucet (And it pours into a teapot) Which is just about to bubble Now, think about your troubles

When skies are cloudy and grey They're only grey for a day So wrap your troubles in dreams And dream your troubles away Until that sunshine peeps through There's only one thing to do Just wrap your troubles in dreams And dream all your troubles away Your castles may tumble (that's fate after all) Life's really funny that way No use to grumble, smile as they fall Weren't you king for a day? Just remember that sunshine Always follows the rain So wrap your troubles in dreams And dream your troubles away Your castles may tumble (that's fate after all) Life's really funny that way But no need to grumble, smile as they fall Weren't you king for a day? Just remember that sunshine Always follows the rain So wrap your troubles in dreams And dream... dreeaaam your troubles away

An outlaw walking through the valley of men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said Come on you gutless slugs, fight like a man State your name and business and let's see what you got Another body for the hangman's count Show me the bar and show me the cards Hold on to your guns, yeah Filled up with bug juice, the moon shine in his hand Hot headed with a temperament The speediest deadliest man with a gun A bloody gambler but a gentleman dog A frontier vagabond who charms all the dames Hello ladies, how's your day today? Let me introduce you to myself Doc Holliday Oh, ah, the outlaw man's roar Oh, ah, the outlaw man A friendly man but without a friend Fort Griffin, Texas here I am Supported Wyatt Earp to the very end Cemented brotherhood, don't get in his way You cannot shake his boots, you cannot scar his fate Down under you will hear him grin Great the man the outlaw himself Doc Holliday Oh, ah, the outlaw man's roar Oh, ah, the outlaw man Filled up with bug juice, the moon shine in his hand Hot headed with a temperament The speediest deadliest man with a gun A bloody gambler but a gentleman dog A frontier vagabond who charms all the dames Hello ladies, how's your day today? Let me introduce you to myself Doc Holliday Oh, ah, the outlaw man's roar Oh, ah, the outlaw man