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| 1. |
| 3:25 | 
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The lights are spinnin'
I gotta get myself up off the floor My head is ringin' Bet they think I can't take too much more The crowd is howlin' Like the ocean's pounding roar My legs are goin' out Someone up there don't like me Now my right and my left will decide 'Cause they're done with this bum takin' dives Now my eyes may be swollen with right hooks and tears But I see salvation tonight In a left and a right Called me a kid, champ or lefty A bowery kid to the core Fast cars and hipster movie stars I ain't got none of that anymore Now I'm down in the seventh In the eighth my ribs are sore In the ninth I'm staggerin' Someone up there don't like me It's a one-way ticket Smart money's showin' me the door Backed on the ropes now Someone up there don't like me anymore When the crowd goes silent One thing that I know for sure Knock me down one time I'll be comin' back for more |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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Day breaks
Slate drops Check your hardest stare Hands in pockets, shoulders up Walkin' like Brando into the sun First Drag On the Blacktop Eyes shift side to side Wanna play chicken, I know that song Walkin' like Brando, fear is all gone A callous heart never bleeds, oh no And a hardened stare never needs, oh no Watch closely now, and take your cue From the black and white parade They never showed their hand And they never lay down Long legs, lipstick Adversary stance Choose your weapon, I'll choose mine Talkin' like Brando, usin' a line So far, so good So and so, so what Playin' straight man, drinkin' bore Walkin' like Brando settles the score Look here, and look there But don't you look through me Left myself in the final showdown Hard to be tough when there's no one around |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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Well there's this dance, you ought to know
It's a little somethin' I made up cats To keep your heads low See there are lots of sore gangsters Packin' iron all day So you learn my two step stay out of their way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Well there's flat-foot Louie Sittin' on his front stoop He caught five rounds in the belly He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup Now you take that cat Mugs He got iced the other day He could have saved his mama The dry cleanin' bill my way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop (spoken) Hey spinach chin, Why don't you try on these cement shoes. Look like they fit you pretty freakin' good. Now see if you can walk on water puppy, you jackass (sung) So now you can see Zip gun bop was meant to be Lots of lead flyin' Lots of lonely gals cryin' But you can hear them cats shootin' They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat So you can learn my two step Jack Or that's that Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Hey hey Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop |
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| 2:52 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:20 |
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It was a fine left coast morning
And I found myself planted outside The Cap 'N' Cork Tipping back the hops In order to calm my dancing hands You see I usually don't play The tied-up watchdog routine Looking up and down the street But this is the corner Joey A., my car and I Were supposed to meet You see Joey The Amateur and I Were out clinkin' glasses last night When I got three sheets to an ill wind Myself being in possession Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln convert Joey offered to skip me back to the crib I awoke to a barren driveway And a neighbor started to chide |
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| 3:41 |
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I don't know why there's no sun up in that sky
Stormy weather since me and my gal ain't together, Keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery's everywhere Stormy weather, can't get my poor self together Keeps rainin' all the time Well now, since you went away the blues walked in and met me If you don't come back to stay That rocking chair may get me And I'll pray the Lord above will let me Walk in the sun once more |
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| 2:56 |
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Morning light shine in my window
Morning light tell me to leave you Morning light and I wonder just How can I wander alone in this world without you All day I work with pick in hand Until the sun go down, All day I think of you, my girl, And my poor heart spins 'round Sun go up, the moon come down The whole world spinnin' 'round Before that stops and heaven drops My love still keeps us bound Rooster crows at break of day And when the sun go down Were I that rooster lovin' you I'd make a sweeter sound |
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| 2:47 |
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| 9. |
| 3:16 |
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I know someday I'll discover
One who will be my true lover I'll tell her right from the start If you want my heart You know what you got to do You got to work, work, work baby You got to work, work, work baby If I'm a hard lovin' daddy You can be tall, short or fatty You can be any ol' size As long as you're wise And you know what you gotta do If I maintain my employment You should supply the enjoyment Long as I stay on the job Your heart ought to throb You know what you gotta do If you want in on my money Tell me I'm fine, call me |
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| 10. |
| 4:14 |
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The heat is back on baby
The hammers come down on your pretty lil' head And that suits you fine baby If jiving were cement, you'd be highway 5 Everyone knows you're crazy And they're probably right Everyone knows you're crazy Now it's out in the light Everyone knows you're crazy Everyone knows you're crazy, now Your love is all wrong baby Take what I give and steal what you ain't got Suits me fine baby 'Cause this doc can operate all by himself You're back on your heels baby So far back your hemline's touching dirt And you'll never know baby You're employed by denial and paid in a half-truth |
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| 11. |
| 5:13 |
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Small town beauty baby
Would-be movie queen In '47, it seemed like heaven Time to take it overseas She beat it to the island Of rum, romance and dreams But Papa Doc's old choppin' block Soon was gonna change the scene Peering through the midnight vines The pointed knives and the painted faces smile Demon rum and beating drums Untie the beast that's been there all her life And all the while... Winding through the curves in a big convertible Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance In Port-au-Prince Crooked jet set livin' With gold-toothed diplomats Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks Flipped a switch and that was that Hey dark-hair Yankee lady Please to suivez-moi I look into that big cat's eyes and I know what you come here for Peering through the midnight vines... Too bad little Bettie But know it's time to leave Your Yankee clout has just run out They're gunnin' in the street Crowded prop plane hummin' Bound for NYC The voodoo rite she saw that night Baby how it set you free |
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| 3:35 |
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