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The Ballad Of Danny Bailey – Elton John

Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn’t handle
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
And there’s not many knew him the way that we did
Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren’t most hungry kids

Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger’s dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in

We’re running short of heroes back up here in the hills
Without Danny Bailey we’re gonna have to break up our stills
So mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
A running gun youngster in a sad restless age

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White Lady White Powder – Elton John

Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I’ve had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
Staring at a line of white powder

High-priced madness pays the tab
I’ve scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
I’m a catatonic son of a bitch who’s had
A touch too much of white powder

And she’s a habit I can’t handle
For a reason I can’t say
I’m in love with a wild white lady
She’s as sweet as the stories say
White powder white lady
You’re one and the same
Come on down to my house won’t you
And hit this boy again

Shock waves to a tired brain
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
She’s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
Entertaining white powder

I feel I’m dry-docked and tongue-tied
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
I might just escape while the others might die
Riding on a high of white powder

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Holiday Inn – Elton John

Boston at last and the plane’s touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
It’s a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn

Boredom’s a pastime that one soon acquired
Where you get to the stage where you’re not even tired
Kicking your heels till the time comes around
To pick up your bags and head out of town

Slow down Joe, I’m a rock and roll man
I’ve twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
And you ain’t seen nothing till you’ve been
In a motel baby like the Holiday Inn

Oh I don’t even know if it’s Cleveland or Maine
With the buildings as big and rooms just the same
And the TV don’t work and the French fries are cold
And the room service closed about an hour ago

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The Diving Board – Elton John

Took a high dive arcing out wide
Into the crowd
Out to the sound of their wild applause
But you’ve heard it before
And you’ve seen it all
From up there on the diving board

You’d free fall into the ether
Above the people
Out on a limb fragile and adored
But who below knows that
You’re still a mystery
Way up on the diving board

Sink or swim
I can’t recall
Who said that to me?
When I was sixteen
And full of the world and its was noise

But you beat the drum
You fell in love with it all
The planets alight
Those dizzy heights
And the view from the diving board

Took the grand prize you and your eyes
Butterfly light
Escaping the reach
Of their fangs and their claws
Such a pale little thing
In your lily-white skin
High up on the diving board.

Sink or swim
I can’t recall
Who said that to me?
When I was sixteen
And full of the world and its was noise

But you beat the drum
You fell in love with it all
The planets alight
Those dizzy heights
And the view from the diving board

Sink or swim
I can’t recall
Who said that to me?
When I was sixteen
And full of the world and its was noise

But you beat the drum
You fell in love with it all
The planets alight
Those dizzy heights
And the view from the diving board
And the view from the diving board

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