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So your girlfriend slammed the door shut In your face tonight, but that's all right Then she took off to the opera With some highbrow from the city lights Well, you grew up on a corner You never missed a moonlit night. Some things never change, they stay the way they are. You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star Some things never change, they stay the way they are. So you stay out all night Gettin' fucked up in that rock and roll bar And you never get tired 'Cause your drugs are in a little jar. You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star. Some things never change, they stay the way they are. I was born to rock! So your girlfriend slammed the door shut In your face tonight, but that's all right Then she took off to the opera With some highbrow from the city lights Well, you grew up on a corner You never missed a moonlit night. Some things never change, they stay the way they are. You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star. |
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| 4:16 | 
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| 9:14 |
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Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone No T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone |
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| 2:19 |
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Think I'll get back on the highway I hope I'll see you soon Get back on it, get back on it Think I'll get back on the highway I hope I'll see you soon Get back on it, get back on it I may be late in comin' though I got some things I gotta do Don't let me see your tail lights I pull a heavy load Get back on it, get back on it Don't let me see your tail lights I pull a heavy load Get back on it, get back on it There ain't no way to stop it though Oh, it might explode. It's too late for General Custer Too late for Robert E. Lee Get back on it, get back on it It's too late for General Custer Too late for Robert E. Lee Get back on it, get back on it But I'll get back on the highway Before it's too late for me Get back on it, get back on it. Think I'll get back on the highway I hope I'll see you soon Get back on it, get back on it Think I'll get back on the highway I hope I'll see you soon Get back on it, get back on it I may be late in comin' though I got some things I gotta do. |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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Down the mountainside To the coastline Past the angry tide The mighty diesel whines. And the tunnel comes And the tunnel goes Round another bend The giant drivers roll. I rode the Highball I fired the Daylight When I turned sixty-five I couldn't see right. It was Mr. Jones, We've got to let you go It's company policy You've got a pension though. Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails On your silver rails Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails Through the moonlight. I put in my time I put in my time Now I'm left to roll Down the long decline. I ain't no brake man Ain't no conductor But I would be though If I was younger. Roll on, Southern Pacific On your silver rails On your silver rails Roll on, Southern Pacific Roll on, on your silver rails. |
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| 6. |
| 3:12 |
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My old car keeps breaking down My new car ain't from Japan There's already too many Datsuns In this town. Another thing that's bugging me Is this commercial on TV Says that Detroit can't make good cars any more. Motor City. Who's driving my car? Who's driving my car now? Who? My army jeep is still alive Got locking hubs and four wheel drive Ain't got no radio, ain't got no mag wheels Ain't got no digital clock Ain't got no clock. The paint job is lookin' blue The white walls are missing too But I guess until I get my car back This will do. Who's driving my car now? Who's driving my car now? Who? Who's driving my car now? |
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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Rapid transit. Public service. I'm standing in my line. Melt down. Containment. I'm standing in my line Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' Every wave is new until it breaks. Go! Secret service Public enemy I'm standing in my line Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' Hang ten pipeline, no way rockin' Every wave is new until it breaks. Go! |
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| 8. |
| 7:40 |
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Shots Ringing all along the borders can be heard Striking out like a venom in the sky Cutting through the air faster than a bird In the night. Children Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands Trying to join their father's castles together again Will they make it? Who knows where or when Old wounds will mend? Machines Are winding their way along, looking strong Building roads and bringing back loads and loads Of building materials In the night Men Are trying to move the borders on the ground Lines between the different spots that each has found But back home another scene was going down In the night. Lust Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts Of suburban wives who learned to pretend When they met their dream's end In the night. Shots I hear shots, I keep hearing shots I keep hearing shots I hear shots. Shots I hear shots, I keep hearing shots I keep hearing shots I hear shots. But I'll never use your love, You know I'm not that kind And so if you give your heart away I promise to you Whatever we do That I will always be true. |
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