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Cher Gold Disc 1

summer follows spring all the things you do. give me a reaon to build my world around you. Some men follow rainbows i am told. some men search for silver some for gold

Now I ain't lookin' To compete with you Beat on, cheat on, mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, mystify you [Chorus:] All I really

[Chorus:] Bang Bang, you shot me down Bang Bang, I hit the ground Bang Bang, that awful sound Bang Bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel

My father married a pure Cherokee My mother's people were ashamed of me The Indians said I was white by law The white man always called me "Indian

[Chorus:] The beat goes on, the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La de da de de, la de da de da Charleston was once the rage

When you meet a boy that you like a lot And you fall in love, but he loves you not If a flame should start as you hold him near Better keep your heart

[Chorus:] Better sit down kids I'll tell you why, kids You might not understand, kids But give it a try, kids Now how should I put this I've got