Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Ain't No

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

And Givin' Yourself To Me Can Never Be Wrong

Are Thing Really Gettin' Better Like The Newspaper Said/what Else Is New My Friend, Besides What I Read/can't Find No Work, Can't Find No Job My Friend/money Is Tighter Than It's Ever Been/say Man, I Just Don't Understand/what's Going On Across This Land

Natural Fact Is, I Can't Pay My Taxes. Make Me Wanna Holler And Throw Up On My Hands.

I'd Been Studying The Microphone For A Dozen Years, And I Suddenly Saw What I'd Been Doing Wrong. I'd Been Singing Too Loud. One Night I Was Listening To A Record By Lester Young, The Horn Player, And It Came To Me. Relax, Just Relax. It's All Going To Be All Right.