A Sunday Kind of Woman

I can only imagine for our worlds are far apart
How it would feel to hold this woman mouth to mouth heart to heart
I guess it's a good thing dreaming's free
What would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman want an everyday man like me.
I've had lots of nightlife women you've seen one you've seen 'em all
And I wake up in the morning and I turn and face the wall
And long for someone special's company
But would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me.
But would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me.

song performed by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Margaret Ann Rich from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Nothing In the World (To Do With Me)

The room is smoky that's why I'm crying
It's been a long long day that's why I'm sighing
And there's nothing in the world to do with her
She goes her way and I go mine
Whatever she's seeking I know she'll find
Oh, but the music's sad that's why I'm drinking
If I seem a little quiet it's just because I'm thinking
And there's nothing in the world to do with her.
I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing, nothing in the world to do with me
I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing, nothing in the world to do with me.

song performed by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Margaret Ann Rich from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Life Has Its Little Ups And Downs

I don't know how to tell her,
That I didn't get that raise in pay today,
And I know how much she wanted the dress in Baker's window,
And it breaks my heart to see her have to wait,
And cancel all the plans she made to celebrate.

But I can count on her to take it with a smile and not a frown,
She knows that life has its little ups and downs,
Like ponies on a merry-go-round,
And no one grabs the brass ring every time,
But she don't mind,
She wears a gold ring on her finger,
And it's mine.

The new house plans we've had so long,
I guess will gather dust another year,
And the daffodils are blooming that she planted way last fall,
Upon the hill, and over by the gate,
And Lord knows I hate to say again we'll have to wait.

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song performed by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Margaret Ann Rich from The Fabulous Charlie Rich (September 1969)
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