| Up The Ladder To The Roof
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| Come with me, come with me
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| And we shall run across the sky.
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| We illuminate the night.
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| Ohhhh, i, I will try and guide you
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| To better times and brighter days.
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| Just don’t be afraid.
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| Come on up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can see heaven much better.
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| Let’s go up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can be closer to heaven.
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| Stay with me, stay with me
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| And we shall let expression sing.
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| Hear freedom ringin'.
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| Ohhh, memories of yesterday’s broken dreams.
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| Hey, don’t you know, don’t you know
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| That they are gonna fade away?
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| Don’t be afraid.
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| Come on up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can see heaven much better.
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| Let’s go up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can be closer to heaven.
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| We’ll laugh, I’ll tell you the story of love.
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| How it is, the happiness in it, baby.
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| Combine these thoughts and together we’ll travel
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| To the fountain of lovingness.
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| I will never, never, never, never,
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| Never leave you, baby.
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| As we grow older and older and older, babe.
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| Stand with song and sing:
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go?
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| Say, don’t you wanna go
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| Up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can see heaven much better.
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| Let’s go up the ladder to the roof
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| Where we can be closer to heaven.
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| Let’s go up the, up the, up the ladder to heaven.
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| Heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven.
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| Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
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| He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
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| He had a boogie style that no one else could play
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| He was the top man at his craft
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| But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft
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| He’s in the Army now, a-blowin' Reveille
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
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| It really brought him down because he could not jam
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| The Captain seemed to understand
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| Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
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| And now the Company jumps when he plays Reveille
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| A-root, a-toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-toot
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| He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm
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| He can’t blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im
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| A-ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays Reveille
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| He was some boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle he was busy as a «bzzzy"bee
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| And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| A toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada, toot-toot
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| He blows it eight-to-the-bar
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| Can’t blow a note if the bass and guitar isn’t with 'im
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| A-ha-ha-hand the Company jumps when he plays Reveille
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| (bugle solo)
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| He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
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| And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
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| They clap their hands, and stamp their feet
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| 'Cause they know how he blows when someone gives him a beat
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| Whoa-whoa he breaks it up when he plays Reveille
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| The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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| A-root, a toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-doot to-to-toot
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| He blows, eight to the bar
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| He can blow a note if the bass and guitar isn’t, whoa, with him
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| And the company jumps when he plays Reveille
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| He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B!
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| Friends
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| And I am all alone.
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| There is no one here beside me.
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| And my problems have all gone.
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| There is no one to deride me.
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| But yah got to have friends.
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| The feeling’s oh so strong.
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| Yah got to have friends
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| to make that day last long.
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| I had some firends but they’re gone,
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| somethin' came and took them away.
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| And from the dusk 'til the dawn
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| here is where I’ll stay.
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| Standing at the end of the road, boys,
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| waiting for my new friends to come.
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| I don’t care if I’m hungry or poor,
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| I’m gonna get me some of them.
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| 'Cause you got to have friends.
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, friends.
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| That’s right you, oh you, yeah you,
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| I said you gotta have some friends,
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| I’m talkin' about friends, that’s right, friends.
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| Friends, friends, friends.
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| I had some firends, oh, but they’re all gone, gone,
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| somethin' came and snatched them away.
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| And from the dusk until the ran ran dawn, you know,
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| here is where I gotta stay, here is where I gotta stay.
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| And I’m standing at the end of a real long road
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| and I’m waiting for my new friends to come.
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| I don’t care if I’m hungry or freezin' cold,
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| I’m gonna get me some of them.
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| 'Cause you gotta have friends,
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| that’s right, friends, friends.
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| I gotta get my, I gotta get my, I gotta get my,
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| look around and see all of my friends.
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| Oh, friends, that’s right, friends, friends,
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| friends, friends, friends, friends, oh,
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| friends, you gotta have friends. |
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