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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, yeah I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, heh And that ain't too cool Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down, now Hey Joe, I heard you shot your old lady down You shot her down to the ground, yeah Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town And I gave her the gun I shot her! Alright Shoot her one more time again, baby Yeah Ah, dig it, now Ah! Ah! Oh, alright Hey Joe, said now Uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said Where you gonna run to now, where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it! I'm goin' way down south Way down to Mexico way Alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey, hey Joe You better run on down Goodbye everybody Ow! Hey, hey Joe Run on down |
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Every day in the week I'm in a different city
If I stay too long people try to pull me down They talk about me like a dog Talkin' about the clothes I wear But they don't realize they're the ones who's square Hey! And that's why You can't hold me down I don't want to be down I gotta move Hey Stone free do what I please Stone free to ride the breeze Stone free I can't stay I got to got to got to get away Alright Listen to this baby A woman here a woman there try to keep me in a plastic cage But they don't realize it's so easy to break Oh, but sometimes I get--ha, I can feel my heart kind of runnin' hot That's when I've got to move before I get caught And that's why Listen to me baby, you can't hold me down I don't want to be tied down I gotta be free Ow! I said Stone free do what I please Stone free to ride the breeze Stone free I can't stay Got to got to got to get away Yeah, ow! Turn me loose baby Yeah! Stone free to ride on the breeze Stone free do what I please Stone free I can't stay Stone free got to got to get away Stone free I'm gonna leave right now Stone free don't try to hold me back baby Stone free I'm movin' on down the highway, yeah Stone free got to got to got to got to Stone free bye bye baby Stone free. |
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Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same Actin' funny, but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Don't know if I'm comin' up or down Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help me Help me Oh, no, no Hammerin' Talkin' 'bout heart 'n' s-soul I'm talkin' about hard stuff If everybody's still around, fluff and ease, if So far out my mind Something's happening, something's happening Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh, yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh Don't know if it's day or night You got me blowin', blowin' my mind Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time? Ooo Help me Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah Oh, no, oh Oh, help me Tell me, baby, tell me I can't go on like this You're makin' me blow my mind, mama N-no, nooo No, it's painful, baby |
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After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers mary A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife And the wind it cries mary The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead And the wind screams mary Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past And with this crutch it's old age and it's wisdom It whispers no this will be the last And the wind cries mary |
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FOXEY, FOXEY
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A CUTE LITTLE HEART BREAKER, HA FOXEY, YEAH AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SWEET LITTLE LOVE MAKER, HA FOXEY I WANNA TAKE YOU HOME, HAHA YEAH I WON'T DO YOU NO HARM NO, HA YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE OOH FOXEY LADY, YEAH FOXEY, FOXEY NOW-A I SEE YOU COME DOWN ON THE SCENE OH FOXEY YOU MAKE ME WANNA GET UP AND A SCREAM FOXEY, OH BABY LISTEN NOW I'VE MADE UP MY MIND YEAH, I'M TIRED OF WASTING ALL MY PRECIOUS TIME YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE FOXEY FOXEY YEAH I'M GONNA TAKE YOU HOME YEAH I WON'T DO YOU NO HARM NO YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE FOXEY LADY HERE I COME BABY, I'M COMMIN' TO GET YA FOXEY, FOXEY OOH FOXEY LADY OHH FOXEY LADY YEAH YEAH YOU LOOK SO GOD FOXEY OH YEAH FOXEY YEAH GIVE US SOME FOXEY FOXEY FOXEY LADY FOXEY FOXEY LADY FOXEY FOXEY LADY |
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MANIC DEPRSSION IS SEARCHING MY SOUL
I KNOW WHAT I WANT BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW, HONEY HOW TO GO ABOUT GETTING IT FEELING SWEET FEELING DROPS FROM MY FINGERS FENDERS MANIC DEPRSSION IS CAPTURED MY SOUL WOMAN SO WILLING THE SWEET CAUSE IN VAIN YOU MAK LOVE YOU BREAK LOVE IT'S A ALL THE SAME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S OVER MUSIC SWEET MUSIC I WISH I COULD CARESS CARESS CARESS MANIC DEPRESSION IS A FRUSTRATING MESS OH! WELL I THINK I'LL GO TURN MYSELF OFF AND A GO ON DOWN ALL THE WAY DOWN REALLY AIN'T NO USE IN ME HANGING AROUND OH, I GOTTA SEE YOU, MUSIC SWEET MUSIC I WISH I COULD CARESS AND A KISS KISS MANIC DEPRESSION IS A FRUSTRATING MESS OWH! OWH! MUSIC SWEET MUSIC SWEET MUSIC SWEET MUSIC SWEET MUSIC HOOO |
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You jump in front of my car when you,
you know all the time that Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain You say you just want me to take you for a ride You're just like crosstown traffic So hard to get through to you Crosstown traffic I don't need to run over you Crosstown traffic All you do is slow me down And I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run Tire tracks all across your back I can see you had your fun But darlin' can't you see my signals turn from green to red And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead You're just like crosstown traffic So hard to get through to you Crosstown traffic I don't need to run over you Crosstown traffic All you do is slow me down And I got better things on the other side of town Yeah! yeah! Crosstown traffic Look out Look out baby Coming through Crosstown traffic Yeah! look out crosstown traffic yeah look out Look out look out baby crosstown traffic Yeah, look out What's that in the street? Crosstown traffic Yeah, look out Crosstown traffic Yeah look out |
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, yeah I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, heh And that ain't too cool Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down, now Hey Joe, I heard you shot your old lady down You shot her down to the ground, yeah Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town And I gave her the gun I shot her! Alright Shoot her one more time again, baby Yeah Ah, dig it, now Ah! Ah! Oh, alright Hey Joe, said now Uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said Where you gonna run to now, where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it! I'm goin' way down south Way down to Mexico way Alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey, hey Joe You better run on down Goodbye everybody Ow! Hey, hey Joe Run on down |
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Ooh-WHEE! I sure got the blues this morning, baby
Yeah! And I'm here to tell you about it So you might as well pick up on it! Yeah! I'm a man At least I'm tryin' to be I've lived before The other half of me I've lived before That you don't want me But in this search For nothing desperately Oh, I'm tryin' tryin' Not to be a fool I'm tryin' tryin' Lord to keep my cool, baby tryin' so hard to keep it together After I find, baby That true love of mine I'm just rollin' screamin' Cryin' flyin' Can't be trusted, but busted Rolling Stone You're a woman At least you say you are You're a woman At least you look like you are You're a woman At least you taste like you are But you can take it off In bed with my guitar And then you leave them Throw me outside To cry, cry To the moon and the nighttime Save my soul, You can't find All you want is a ticket to ride After you show me everything It did prove otherwise You just rollin', screamin', cryin' good love is sometime, but can't be trusted Steppin' Stone Steppin' Stone Steppin' Stone |
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Here comes Dolly Dagger
Her love's so heavy, gonna make you stagger Dolly Dagger She drinks the blood from a jagged edge Aw, drink up, baby Been riding broomsticks since she was fifteen Blowin' out all the other witches on the scene She got a bullwhip just as long as your life Her tongue can even scratch the soul out of the devil's wife Well, I seen her in action at the Player's Choice Turn all the love men into doughnut boys Hey, red hot mama, you better step aside This chick's gonna turn you to a block of ice Look out! Here comes Dolly Dagger Her love's so strong, gonna make you stagger, baby Dolly Dagger She drinks her blood from a jagged edge Uh, right on Drink up, baby Hey! Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sun Captain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh, words of love, do they ever touch Dolly Brown? Better get some highway an' clear outta town Here comes Dolly Dagger Her love's so heavy, gonna make you stagger Dolly Dagger She ain't satisfied 'til she gets what she's after She drinks the blood from a jagged edge Better watch out, baby, here comes your master Alright Watch out, Devon You give me a little bit of that heaven Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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