Lyrics The Way That You Do It - Gerry Rafferty
You
got
a
way
of
telling
me
I'm
wrong
You
got
a
way
of
coming
on
so
strong
I
can
take
it
from
you,
yeah
you
know
I
always
do
Cause
you
got
a
way
that
you
do
it
It's
the
way
that
you
do
it
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
You
got
a
way
of
leaving
me
no
doubt
You
got
a
way
of
telling
me
what
I'm
about
I
couldn't
take
it
from
anyone
else,
yeah
I
really
surprised
myself
Cause
you
got
a
way
that
you
do
it
It's
the
way
that
you
do
it
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
You
help
me
(you
help
me
when
I
feel
alone)
You
help
me
(you
help
me
when
I'm
down
and
I'm
stuck
on
my
own)
You
wake
me
up
to
all
the
little
things
that
I
don't
see.
You
help
me
(you
help
me,
help
me,
help
me
out)
You
help
me
(you
help
me
see
myself
and
what
I'm
all
about)
You
give
me
reason
to
believe
that
everything
that
can
be.
You
got
a
way
of
knowing
just
how
I
feel
You
got
a
way
of
letting
me
know
what's
real
I
don't
get
it
from
anyone
else,
though
I
try
to
fool
myself
Cause
you
got
a
way
that
you
do
it
It's
the
way
that
you
do
it
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
You
help
me
(you
help
me
when
I
feel
alone)
You
help
me
(you
help
me
when
I'm
down
and
I'm
stuck
on
my
own)
You
wake
me
up
to
all
the
little
things
that
I
don't
see.
You
help
me
(you
help
me,
help
me,
help
me
out)
You
help
me
(you
help
me
see
myself
and
what
I'm
all
about)
You
give
me
reason
to
believe
that
everything
that
can
be.
You
got
a
way
of
telling
me
I'm
wrong
You
got
a
way
of
coming
on
so
strong
I
can
take
it
from
you,
yeah
you
know
I
always
do
Cause
you
got
a
way
that
you
do
it
It's
the
way
that
you
do
it
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
The
way
that
you
do
it
just
got
to
be
right.
Drums:
Liam
Genockey
Bass
Guitar:
Gary
Taylor
Organ:
Pete
Wingfield
Piano:
Tommy
Eyre
Electric
Guitar:
Richard
Brunton
Acoustic
Guitar:
Richard
Brunton
/ Gerry
Rafferty
Tambourine:
Frank
Ricotti
Lead
Vocals:
Gerry
Rafferty
Backing
Vocals:
Gerry
Rafferty
/ Barbara
Dickson
/ Betsy
Cooke
/ Linda
Thompson
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