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| 1. |
| 5:03 | 
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(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night Tuning in the soul music on the satellite All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about Tuning in the local scene on the radio The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue And he's got a little dance he wants to do He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor It really stops the action, everybody's mystified To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass Now, everybody fall in love He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat You shake your shimmy like I shake mine He's hand held and he's jet propelled Shake it up from sun to sun He's fast and loose, he's full of juice Shake it like an atomic bomb He's got the goose so what's the use That UFO has landed in the ghetto |
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| 2. |
| 4:38 |
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(Bob Dylan)
It's been raining in my mouth all day Dripping down to my clothes My patience it is wearing thin Got a fire inside my nose Searching for the truth the way God designed it The truth is I might drown before I find it Well, I need a woman Yes, I do Need a woman Yes, I do Someone who can see me as I am Give the kind of love that don't have to be condemned And I want you to be that woman Every night Be that woman Treat me right I've had my eyes on you, baby For about five long years You probably don't know me at all But I've seen your laughter and I've seen your tears Now you don't frighten me I ain't no defendant And you look like it wouldn't hurt you none To have a man of understanding Well, I need a woman Oh, don't I Need a woman Bring it home safe at last I've seen you standing on the corner Seen you sitting down in the park Been watching you in the sunshine Walking with you in the dark And I want you to be that woman Treat me right Be that woman Every night Well, if you believe in something long enough You just naturally come to think it's true There ain't no wall you can't crossover Ain't no fire you can't walk through Well, believing is all right Just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about They might put the evil eye on you Use their hidden powers to try to turn you out Well, I need a woman Just to be my queen Need a woman Black, white, yellow, brown, blue or green Riding out with me at midnight Like two Spanish desperadoes Gazing down upon the futile world In her Cadillac Eldorado We will penetrate the storm In search of truth that has not been tested But she better bring along her checkbook Just in case we get arrested And I want you to be that woman |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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From out of nowhere, through a caravan, around the campfire light Came a lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night Her eyes were like those of a cat in the dark And she hypnotized me with love She was a Gypsy Woman She danced around and 'round to guitar melody From the fire her face was all aglow How she enchanted me How I'd love to hold her near And kiss and forever whisper in her ear I love you Gypsy Woman I want you Gypsy Woman I need you Gypsy Woman Just got to have a Gypsy Woman All through the caravan, she was dancing with all the men Waiting for the rising sun, everyone was having fun I hate to see the lady go, knowing she'll never know That I love her, I love her I love you Gypsy Woman I want you Gypsy Woman I need you Gypsy Woman Just got to have a Gypsy Woman |
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| 4. |
| 5:21 |
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Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and it's go man go You can do anything that you want to do But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes And don't you step on my shoes Don't you step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes You can burn my house, steal my car And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my shoes Don't step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes Well, it's down on Beale Street late one night A woman got mad and started a fight Split my chin and bust my nose Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes I said, ";Knock me down, step in my face Slander my name all over the place Do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes"; And don't you step on my shoes Don't step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes |
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| 5. |
| 5:59 |
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(Ry Cooder)
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me I hollered Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen Now, her eyes were blazing up at me Her hair was black as night And her naked skin shone like gold Out in the pale moonlight She took my hand and she pulled me down Where the grass had grown up tall The she moved her body all around Just like a cannon ball Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen Yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand They just don't understand The first time I seen that sweet girl She was runnin' home from Sunday school And the next time I seen that sweet little girl Was when she broke her mama's rule But the last time I seen that sweet little girl She was filled with a strange desire Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire She called my name a thousand ways The tears came streaming down her face But just when I was 'bout to blow my stack Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind And he shot me in the back |
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| 6. |
| 4:39 |
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(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again Doctor said it'd kill me But he didn't say when Have mercy, I'm drinking again Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again I'd like to dry out but I doubt if I can My baby said she'd quit me but she didn't say when 'Cause I'm drinking again Working two jobs, tryin' to get straight Don't need the money, just want to lose weight Gonna get you all the things that you lack Diamond ring and a red Cadillac Came home drunk and pushed you around Don't you quit me baby, don't you put me down I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I promise this time I came home last night about half past four Whole neighborhood was rocking out on my floor And my baby was working up under the sheet With a teenage boy that lives down the street I grabbed a bottle, he grabbed a gun I heard somebody holler: "Shoot him 'fore he runs" And that's the reason why I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again You can't lick 'em and you just can't win Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Ain't it enough to start you drinking again We got to live in a world full of sin Thank you Jesus for what you have done I'm sick and tired tryin' to be number one Change my suit, change my shirt Change what I dig and get out of the dirt I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I'm going to get back in my gin I'm drinking again |
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| 7. |
| 3:47 |
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You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen The moon comes up and the sun goes down This old world keeps spinning around Just as sure as the day turns into the night What you do in the dark will turn up in the light Masked man ridin' out across the land Spreading destruction and moving his hand He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip You may be a hater, you may be a lover You bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Now, you bet your life without a doubt Asking a masked man to leat you out He's got you so tight that you can't even see That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me You won't see it coming You won't feel the blow You won't get no warning You won't never know You can't start it sooner And fix it up later And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper Rich or poor, mighty and meek Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat High up on the mountain, low down in the alley We'll all watch the world turn into death valley You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen |
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| 5:47 |
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(Quinton Claunch, Dave Hall & Ry Cooder)
Brand new day, brave new man It's a miracle what love can do All the joys romance can bring Come smiling down on a heart that's true When love is real, you can't turn it around It's like a river running down to the sea This old world turns around for lovers like you It's not the way love turned out for me People in love build a house they can share Takes a long time to get it just right But a fire can start in the kitchen somewhere And burn that little house down over night That flame burning bright in your heart, I believed that You turned it on just for me Another man held that fire, burned our house to the ground That's the way love turned out for me People turn out for the big show Pretty flowers turn out in the spring And the light turns out in the kitchen When somebody pulls on the string But there's no light burning in my kitchen And no doors open up with my key And I ain't got no one to turn to That's the way love turned out for me |
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