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Love, Harry

I am a huge Harry Connick, Jr. fan. I think I've posted songs by him before. Maybe not. Who cares? LOL!

Anyway, this is one of my favorites. It was featured in the movie Sleepless in Seattle (GREAT flick, BTW). But I like to sing this in the shower in the mornings... where my audience is limited to just me... :-)

Lyrics:

I remember the days
Of just keeping time
Of hanging around
In sleepy towns forever.
Back roads empty for miles.

Well, you can't have a dream
And cut it to fit
But when I saw you, I knew
We'd go together
Like a wink and a smile.

Leave your old Jalopy
By the railroad track
We'll get a hip double dip
Tip-toppy two-seat Pontiac

So you can rev her up
Don't go slow
It's only green lights and alrights

Let's go together
With a wink and a smile
Give me a wink and a smile
We go together like a wink and a smile

Now my heart is music
Such a simple song
Sing it again, the notes never end
This is where I belong

Just the sound in your voice
The light in your eyes
We're so far away from yesterday
Together with a wink and a smile
We go together like a wink and a smile


Comments

Bill Cobabe said…
I love the line - Leave your old Jalopy/ By the railroad track/ We'll get a hip double dip/ Tip-toppy two-seat Pontiac...

I also love the line - You can't have a dream and cut it to fit... Reminds me of South Pacific - You've got to have a dream! If you don't have a dream, how you gonna make that dream come true... (but that's a different post...) :-)
Bill Cobabe said…
PS - no one will ever be able to get a two-seat Pontiac ever again. ALAS! Unless it's an old one that's been restored or something...

Poor Pontiac. Now it's just a town in Michigan...

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