Time In A Bottle - Jim Croce¸è´Ê
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    Ô­³ª/Jim Croce
    ר¼­/ÖÜ»ª½¡¡¶Songs of Birds¡·
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    Lazy days in mid July.
    Country Sunday mornings.
    Dusty haze on summer highways.
    Sweet magnolia calling.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    Drivin' movies Friday nights,
    drinkin' beers & laughin'.
    Somehow things will always right.
    Just don't know what happened.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    We were only kids but then I never heard it said
    that kiss can falling in love and feel the same.
    I can still remember the first time
    I told you I love you.
    All the dust in mid July.
    Country summer's evening.
    Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    Walking in the Alabama rain.


  • Ô­³ª/Jim Croce
    ר¼­/ÖÜ»ª½¡¡¶Songs of Birds¡·
    ±à¼­/¿á¹·

    Lazy days in mid July.
    Country Sunday mornings.
    Dusty haze on summer highways.
    Sweet magnolia calling.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    Drivin' movies Friday nights,
    drinkin' beers & laughin'.
    Somehow things will always right.
    Just don't know what happened.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    We were only kids but then I never heard it said
    that kiss can falling in love and feel the same.
    I can still remember the first time
    I told you I love you.
    All the dust in mid July.
    Country summer's evening.
    Weeping willow sang its lullaby share our secret.
    Now and then I find myself thinking of the days
    when we were walking in the Alabama rain.
    Walking in the Alabama rain.