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| 1. |
| 1:25 | 
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Hey Lordy... (join the band, be good rascal...)
Hey join the band, be good rascal and join the band Hey Lordy... Join the band, be a good rascal and join the band Oh huh oh ho ho ho Yeah, hah Oh huh oh ho ho ho Yeah Hey Lordy join the band, be a good rascal and join the band Hey join the band, be a good rascal and join the band Oh huh oh ho ho ho Yeah |
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| 2. |
| 4:57 |
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Spotcheck Billy got down on his hands and knees He said "Hey mama, hey let me check your oil all right?" She said "No, no honey, not tonight. Come back Monday, come back Tuesday, and then I might" I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to? My Juanita I said Jaunita, my sweet chiquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die trying Throw me a line, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan Billy got so sad, dejected, put on his hat and start to run Runnin' down the street yelling at the top of his lungs "All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun" "All I want in this life and time is some hit and run" I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to? My Jaunita I said Jaunita, my sweet chiquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Put my money in your meter baby so it won't run down But you caught me in the squeeze play on the cheesy side of town Throw me a dime, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All, all that you dream Comes through shinin silver lining Clouds, clouds change the scene Rain starts washing all these cautions Right into your life, makes you realize Just what is true, what else can you do You just follow the rule Keep your eyes on the road that's ahead of you I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All of the good, good times were ours In the land of milk and honey And time, time adds its scars Rainy days they turn to sunny ones Livin' the life, livin' the life lovin' everyone I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more I've been down, but not like this before |
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| 4. |
| 4:20 |
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They got a place down Kentucky
Right down near Ohio Where you can watch the planes at night People line up to watch each flight I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout my red head dream If I could only see her tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you Well you can drop me off on Peachtree I got to feel that Georgia sun And the women there in Atlanta They make you awfully glad you come I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinking 'bout my crazy dream If I could only be there tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you We make a day and how just you and me But the music plays all night They got the boogie band blowin' that's bound for hell And when they get to movin' they never stop You just keep on playin' that down home beat You just keep on layin' it down hot I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' bout my red haired dream If I could only see her tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you |
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| 5. |
| 4:27 |
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Off our rockers, actin' crazy With the right medication we won't be lazy Doin' the old folks boogie Down on the farm Wheelchairs, they was locked arm in arm Paired off pacemakers with matchin' alarms Gives us jus' one more chance To spin one more yarn And you know that you're over the hill When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill Doin' the old folks boogie And boogie we will 'Cause to us the thought's as good as a thrill Back at the home, No time is your own, Facillities there, they're all out on loan The bank forclose, and your bankruptcy shows And your credit creeps to an all-time low So you know, that you're over the hill When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill Try and get a rise from an atrophied muscle, And the nerves in your thigh just quivers and fizzles So you know, that you're over the hill When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Hear me well Seein' ain't always believin' Just make sure it's the truth that you're seein' Eyes sometimes lie, eyes sometimes lie They can be real deceivin' I got an Uncle in Puerto Rico Spends his days in the sun his nights in the casinos He left the States many years ago Took a fishin' boat to Puerto Rico Now my aunt, she is sad and lonely She'll never know that she drove him away As a coward I admire his courageous ways Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Some say my uncle, that he's a zero His life is as a shell, he left it back at Stateside I'd say he's doin' pretty well, without his shell Bumming 'round the beaches of Puerto Rico The beauty of the sunrise and sunset To his friends he wish he could tell They're at home still runnin' for bells Better San Juan than that blue collar hell Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell |
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| 7. |
| 5:31 |
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You can say what you want People runnin', talkin', it's all going on up and down the street Young girls selling their wares, no cares Ah, history's left its mark, aha Old folks that were able Now can table it at their own expense They wouldn't miss it, they don't care if it's day or night Oh the city she makes Sometimes your soul to feel floating just like a leaf in the wind Street is stream so it carries you past your present schemes 'til there is no end Left right in the alley No one catches you but the gentle wind There ain't no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through There ain't no Jane, no Jill, no Sally to see you through So you do what you want And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home Maybe you'll find your way today, But while you're at it you'll have some fun And through tears of laughter You know it's nothing until you find someone You wouldn't miss it You don't care if it's day or night |
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| 8. |
| 4:38 |
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Is it the lies? Is it the style? It's a mercenary territory I wish you knew the story I've been out here so long dreamin up songs I'm temporarily qualmless and sinking I've did my time in that rodeo It's been so long and I've got nothing to show Well I'm so plain loco Fool that I am I'd do it all over again Is it the style? Is it the lies? Is it the days into nights Or the "I'm sorry"s into fights Now some kind of man, he can't do anything wrong If I see him I'll tell him you're waiting 'Cause I'm devoted for sure but my days are a blur Well your nights turn into my mornings Well I did my time in that rodeo Fool that I am I'd do it all over again Is it love keeps you waiting so long Makes you say I'll see you around The forces that be, they just don't see While your nights turn into my mornings Is it the style? Is it the lies? Is it the days into nights Or the "I'm sorrys" into fights |
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| 9. |
| 5:01 |
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Well the night that was high, we got into town Was the night that the rain, it froze on the ground Down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar Hookers, and hustlers, filled up the room I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon One false step, you get done in It's a cold situation If that that don't kill you soon The women will down at the Spanish Moon I pawned my watch, and I sold my ring Just to hear that girl singing, (hear that girl sing) Don't take long, to wake up ruined The women will down at the Spanish Moon |
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| 10. |
| 8:57 |
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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And, underneath a street lamp I met a Southern Belle Well, she took me to the river where she cast her spell And, in that southern moonlight she sang the song so well If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain And the nights we spent together, and the way she called my name If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, it's been a year since she ran away - guess that guitar player sure could play She always liked to sing along - she's always handy with a song Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland |
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| 11. |
| 3:46 |
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Buffalo'd in buffalo Entertained in Houston New York, yew nork, You gotta choose one Tripe face boogie Boogie my sneakers away I don't want your money Don't want your time Please don't hype me honey Or I'll give you back your dime Tripe face boogie Boogie my sneakers away I don't dig potato chips A can't dig torts Tripe my guacamole, baby Tripe my shorts Hype boogie Tripe boogie Hype boogie All night Long You bring your guitar and I'll bring the wine We'll blow out our speakers, just one more time Tripe face boogie -- Look Out! Give tripe face his way Look Out! Give tripe face his day Look Out! Give tripe face his way |
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| 12. |
| 3:49 |
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My baby called me up She said, "Why don't you ever take me out? Pick me up in your brand new car You shake the short change from your old fruit jar" I put on my dancin' shoes We headed straight for the rhythm and blues The music was hot, but my baby was not I've got a rocket in my pocket |
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| 13. |
| 3:51 |
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I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin' Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin' I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin' Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin |
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| 14. |
| 6:21 |
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Lady in a turban, cocaine tree Does a dance so rhythmically She's cryin', and a singin' and having a time and gee that cocaine tree look fine You've got to put on your sailin shoes Put on your sailing shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes Jedidiah, he's got a dime Says he catch a more fish, every time Well I've got a line, and you've got a pole And I'll meet you at the fishin' hole You've got to put on your sailin shoes Put on your sailing shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad This is the worst day, I ever had Have you this misery a very long time? Well if you if, I'll lay it on the line You've got to put on your sailin shoes Put on your sailing shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes |
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| 15. |
| 5:22 |
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Semi-smokin mama, you got to give me some Heard you got the biggest hmm biggest truck in town Right on through to Baltimore you got to love me now Got to do me gently, ah feets don't fail me now Don't fail me, feets don't fail me now Don't the sunrise look so pretty Never such a sight Like a rollin' into New York City With the skylight in the morning light Roll right through the night I said roll Roll right through the night I said roll Roll right through the night Roll right through the night Roll right through the night Roll, roll, roll Roll right through the night Roll right through the night Roll right through the night Roll right through the night I said Roll Roll right through the night I said Roll Roll right through the night I said Roll Roll right through the night |
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