We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
So if an old friend I know
Stops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see the tears are real, I'm crying
(Yes I'm crying)
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Oh, let our love survive
I'll dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know I've never lied to you
Mmm, yeah, yeah
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Francis Zambon
Suspicious Minds lyrics © Sony/atv Songs Llc
And that was Suspicious Minds, by Elvis Presley here at WELV, Tupelo Mississippi. All Elvis Music, all the time, because we love our native son, Elvis Presley.
d.: Well, that’s enough Elvis music for a while. Twenty-two straight hours of “All Elvis music all the time” is enough even for me. That is why I got satellite radio, though, so I could listen to this station (besides the fact that it’s one of only two stations I know how to access on this satellite radio system). I think I’ll turn on the boob tube now while I eat my green leafy vegetables. I’m even going to eat them for my breakfast this morning, because this is the healthiest thing one can eat.
Oh, wow! What I just saw on television is very disturbing. I must call Cal.E. immediately to tell her what I saw. (ring)
This is Calculating Einstein Katt, the smartest, prettiest, and now one of the richest cats on this planet, since I married Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken. He’s a meowioniare, so, now, I am, too. Leave a message at the beep and I’ll get back to you unless I don’t want to. (beep).
d.: (Well, it’s ten a.m., and Cal.E. doesn’t usually get up for a couple of more hours I’ll just leave a brief message-since I’m in my briefs-heehee) and turn my ringer on my phone on. “Cal.E., it’s me, d.c. scot, nurse, author and lyricist, as well as your best human friend on this or any other planet. Call me back as quickly as you can. (ring).
“That was fast, Cal.E., were you monitoring your phone?”
C.: Yes, and, since you said to call you back as quickly as I could, I punched redial with the speed of a cheetah. Now, why did you so rudely disturb my mid-morning cat nap? I hope that it’s important!
d.: Mucho muy importante!
C.: Que?
d.: Well, as I was watching the late mid-morning show, after I watched the early morning and really early morning show, right before the early afternoon news, I saw a band made up of criminals who called themselves OCDC, the name of Ralph’s new band. It seems as if they stole the name from Obnoxious, Cantankerous, Destructive Cats. I decided to call you immediately (right after I ate breakfast, took a shower, called my mom and loaded the dishwasher).
C.: d.c., would the name of the band be “Obsessive Compulsive Deranged Criminals”?
d.: Yes, how did you know that?
C.: That’s what one may call Ralph’s band’s parent band. It’s made up of inmates from the mental health branch of The Kennel. They were each given a musical instrument and a cat to take care of. The Kennel’s administration thought that having something to do, besides banging their heads on a wall, and something to take care of would help them with their behavior problems, and it worked.
d.: Well, they were really good playing that one chord over and over for the whole five minutes they were on the show.
C.: Yes, you must not be the only one that thought they were good. They were booked on the mid-morning show and Ralph’s band has been asked to take the CONVERSE tour, like my old band, The RoCKats.
d.: Do you mean that they’re playing Conroe, Orange, Victoria, Eagle Lake, Rosharon, Sealy and East Bernard?
C.: Correct. Ralph’s band has hit the big time!
d.: Hey, Cal.E., what ever happened with your band, The RoCKats?
C.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
Down around San Antone
And the folks are risin' for another day
'Round about their homes
The people of the town are strange
And they're proud of where they came
Well, you talkin' 'bout the China Grove (talkin' 'bout the China Grove)
Whoa, oh (whoa, oh), China Grove
Well, the preacher and the teacher
Lord, they're a caution
They are the talk of the town
When the gossip gets to flyin' and they ain't lyin'
When the sun goes fallin' down
They say that the father's insane
And dear Mrs. Perkin's a game
Well, talkin' 'bout the China Grove (talkin' 'bout the China Grove)
Whoa, oh (whoa, oh), China Grove
But every day there's a new thing comin'
The ways of an oriental view
The sheriff and his buddies with their samurai swords
You can even hear the music at night
And though it's a part of the Lone Star State
People don't seem to care
They just keep on lookin' to the east
Talkin' 'bout the China Grove (talkin' 'bout the China Grove)
Whoa, oh (whoa, oh), China Grove
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Tom Johnston
China Grove lyrics © Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
China Grove Lyrics: When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town / Down around San Antone / And the folks are risin' for another day / Roundabout their ...
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