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City girls they're all right
They just want you for the night But when the morning comes at dawn City girls they all gone You know the daylight can be sad When you feel that you've been had Only night time brings the price City girl she thinks it's right What's a poor boy going to do If he wants a girl like you Can't afford no diamond rings Or all those other fancy things Only one thing I can give A song down where you live I'll sing to you hear the sound City girl please stay around |
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| 2. |
| 2:03 |
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From the California shore to New York City
The beat don't never stop You can hear it on the radio anywhere you go It's steady as the rhythm of a clock It cuts through the noise of the city life It won't seem to go away It's the devil in disguise I tell you no lies My fingers do the walking everyday Yonder comes a young girl she wants to take a whirl She thinks it's all a dream She got rock and roll way down in her soul She wants to know where's the limousine Get up honey let your mama sit down You're too young anyway The devil in disguise give her the prize Then you can carry her away When the road I travel starts to unravel Every which way it goes The beat starts to press on my bullet proof vest And my high turns out to be low Give me my guitar I'm going to go far Let me see it let me hold it in my hand I'm the devil in disguise I tell you no lies I'm playing in a rock 'n roll band |
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| 3. |
| 2:24 |
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I ain't high on cocaine
I don't need the pain It's bad for your brain and that's true I ain't droppin' no names I ain't playin' no games I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues From Memphis to Reno From New York to Tokyo I'll try to come through for you I won't do you in I ain't no fairweather friend I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues I don't rob, I don't steal I ain't beggin' no meal I ain't driven to drink, I'm no fool I don't run with the crowd I don't talk big and loud I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues I've been under a spell I ain't been feelin' well I've been in a shell, and that's true Dealin' with a curse But it couldn't be worse I've been one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues |
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| 4. |
| 3:27 |
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Every time I stop awhile
Think about your sweet smile I can't do nothing else all day The way that you wink your eye Every time you walk by Baby what can I say You keep me hanging on I can't get nothing else on When the evening rolls around And there ain't nobody around Baby, I think of you Of all the stars at night None can match the brilliant light That I see in your eyes The humble warmth, the glow Baby child I know, I still think of you You keep me hanging on I can't get nothing else on If I could hold you just one time Stop that moment in my mind |
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| 5. |
| 2:26 |
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Downtown L.A. is a depressing place
You can see young men with deep lines in their face They could all be something if somebody cared But nobody knows they're even down there Old woman walking with a sack on her back Picking up the garbage people put out back Men down there trying to walk the line Trading their soul for a bottle of wine In the inner city it ain't no good It's a long, long way from Hollywood Bad kind of people got a hold of the street They got something that the poor people need At two in the morning they bust your head Fat chance walking you'll end up dead It' the law of the jungle with a gun and a knife If you stay long enough you lose your life Man down there he couldn't be lying He was sleeping in the street and he couldn't keep from crying Said he'd been there for twenty one years Through the bars and the brawls and the blues and the tears Prop up the front the back falls down All around the canyons of L.A. town When he asked me for a dollar I looked him in his face Downtown L.A. is a depressing place |
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| 6. |
| 2:12 |
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Well you can't live here like this anymore
No you can't live here like this anymore No you can't live here like this Cause your man he ain't gonna like it No you can't live here like this anymore What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home She's gonna whip your butt for sure now She's gonna wonder what you do now What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home You better slip on across that fence where you belong You better get on back there quick before they know you're gone No you can't live here like this Cause your people ain't gonna like it No you can't live here like this anymore |
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| 1:38 | 
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| 8. |
| 1:42 |
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Had me a woman down in Tennessee
Boy she used to love me Free fever got me and I had to go I never seen that woman no more New York City is a place I been I was there one time with a travellin' band Young girl there wanted me to stay I think she wanted me to pay Roll it out, roll it in Here we go down the road again Drifters life is a drifters wife Don't say I didn't tell you so Travellin' man now he don't know Only what he hears on the radio Politics and money don't bother him Only good lookin' women and a bottle of gin Portland, Oregon, to the Mexican line Boy let me tell you the women are fine If you don't hang around there very long They'll never ever know you're gone Roll it out, roll it in Here we go down the road again Drifters life is a drifters wife Don't say I didn't tell you so |
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| 9. |
| 3:12 |
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Don't wait, don't wait
Don't wait for the good times to come We got 'em right here, we're on the run Don't wait, don't wait Going back, going back Going way back, back in time Another place, another mind Going back, going back Walk on, walk on Walk on straight ahead Don't look around, don't turn your head Walk on, walk on Fly away, fly away Fly away away with me I never been so flying free Fly away, fly away Bye bye, bye bye Please don't ever say You're leaving me, you're going away Bye bye, bye bye |
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| 10. |
| 2:40 |
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Look here we got a thing going on
Never fear we got a thing going on Ain't nothing to it Got to get down and do it I tell you the truth Ain't jivin' you Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Something in this place It's on every face It's catching fever You just can't leave her Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on What we gonna do We're gonna roll through Do it right, keep it light Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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Nobody but you in my dreams at night
Nobody but you in my thoughts Nobody but you in my dreams at night Without you I am lost Without you I am lost Can't seem to sleep after the sun goes down Walking the streets is all I do If you ever look you'll find me hanging 'round Nobody but you, nobody but you Without you I am lost Nobody but you in my dreams at night Nobody but you in my thoughts Nobody but you in my dreams at night Without you I am lost |
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| 12. |
| 2:05 |
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Mississippi River railroad track
Want to go to Memphis get my baby back Get me a motorcycle take off tomorrow If it don't run I'll get me a car Fill that car with gasoline Do anything just to see her again Mississippi River railroad track Want to go to Memphis get my baby back Walking down the highway Thumbing down the road Got to get there How I don't know Uphill, downhill, just around the bend Got to go to Memphis see my baby again Leaving in the morning I cannot wait Got to go to Memphis See my baby today Get me a ticket fly on a cloud Airplane, airplane help me out Mississippi River railroad track Want to go to Memphis get my baby back |
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| 13. |
| 3:42 |
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Does your mama like to reggae
Does your mama like to reggae Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does your mama like to reggae You gotta come on home to the city Down in Jamaica way Better come home to the city Down in Jamaica way Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does she dance it for you daily Watch it, watch it Does she dance it for you daily when you want it Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does your mama like to reggae Does your mama like to reggae |
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| 1:46 |
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