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Braga Gaetano

without something to brag about I need something to brag about A new car, a big two story house I can't win her love without something to brag about

twenty dollar suit I bought from J.C. Penney's Back in 1962 But I've got something to brag about Something to brag about Something to brag about in

From the valley of the missing High lonesome, no pity boy Bragging party just beginning All the tales, mythic noise No cotton, no chloroform Don't throw

by Woody Guthrie I was born about ten thousand years ago There ain't nuthin' in this world that I don't know I saw Peter Paul and Moses playin' ring-around

Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs

What is that sound? Where is it coming from? All around What are you running from? Something you don't understand Something you cannot command That'

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars I'd love to feel

Another day dawns gray It's enough to make me spit But we go on our way Just putting up with it And when I try to make my Feelings known to you You sound

He's got the bonhomie of a game show host And his handshake is so limp, it's like meeting a ghost His apologies are tired 'cause he uses them a lot His