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I've been walking the streets in the evening
Racing through the human jungle at night I'm so confused my mind is indifferent Hey, I'm so weak won't somebody turn off the light Electricity runs through the video As I watch from this hole I call home All the stony's are dancin' to the radio And I got the world calling me up here tonight on the phone Chorus: I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl to thrill me and then go away I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning of Hey hit the highway Well I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living Gonna quit this job, go to school, or head back home Well, I'm not asking to be loved or be forgiven I just can't face shaken in this bedroom one more night alone I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning of Hey hit thte highway |
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| 2. |
| 4:38 |
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Ain't Even Done With The Night
Written by John Mellencamp Well our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true Well I'm tellinya that I don't know if I know what to do Chorus: You say that's all right, hold tight Well I don't even know if I'm doin' this right Well all right, hold tight We can stay out all day or we can run around all night Well all night, all night Well it's time to go home And I ain't even done with the night Well I don't know no good come-ons And I don't know no cool lines I feel the heat of your frustration I know it's burnin you up deep down inside You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know if I know what to do [Chorus] |
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| 3:40 |
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When I was a young boy,
Said put away those young boy ways Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older I love all those young boy days. With a girl like you, With a girl like you, Lord knows there are things we can do, baby, Just me and you. Come on and make it Hurt so good. Come on baby, make it hurt so good. Sometimes love don't feel like it should. You make it hurt so good. Don't have to be so exiting. Just tryin' to give myself a little bit of fun, yeah. You always look so invitin' You ain't as green as you are young Hey baby, its you. Come on, girl, now, its you. Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby. Let's see what we can do. Come on and make it I ain't talkin' no big deals I ain't made no plans myself. I ain't talkin' no high heels Maybe we could walk around all day long, walk around all day long. Hey, hey |
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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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Crumblin' Down
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green Some people ain't no damn good You can't trust 'em you can't love 'em No good deed goes unpunished And I don't mind bein' their whippin' boy I've had that pleasure for years and years No no I never was a sinner--tell me what else can I do Second best is what you get 'til you learn to bend the rules And time respects no person--what you lift up must fall They're waiting outside to claim my tumblin' walls Saw my picture in the paper Read the news around my face And now some pepole don't want to treat me the same * When the walls come tumblin' down When the walls come crumblin' crumblin' When the walls come tumblin' tumblin' down Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy I'm uneducated--my opinion means nothin' But I know I'm a real good dancer Don't need to look over my shoulder to see what I'm after Everybody's got their problems--ain't no new news here I'm the same old trouble you've been havin' for years Don't confuse the problem with the issue girl It's perfectly clear Just a human desire to have you come near Wanna put my arms around you Feel your breath in my ear You can bend me you can break me But you'd better stand clear *Repeat |
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| 4:44 |
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There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks that he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock." CHORUS: Oh but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free Little pink houses for you and me There's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got greasy hair, greasy smile He says, "Lord this must be my destination." 'Cause they told me when I was younger "Boy you're gonna be president." But just like everything else those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went :|| CHORUS Well there's people and more people What do they know know know Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico Ooh yeah And ther's winners and there's losers But they ain't no big deal 'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills, the pills that kill :|| CHORUS |
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| 3:50 |
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Authority Song
Written by: John Mellencamp They like to get you in a compromising position They like to get you there and smile in your face They think they're so cute when they got you in that condition Well I think it's a total disgrace *I fight authority, Authority always wins I fight authority, Authority always wins I been doing it since I was a young kid I come out grinnin' I fight authority, Authority always wins So I call up my preacher I say, "Give me strength for Round 5." He said , "You don't need no strength, you need to grow up son." I said, "Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying "And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun." * Repeat Oh no oh no I fight authority Authority always wins * Repeat |
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| 3:46 |
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Lonely Ol' Night
Written by: John Mellencamp She calls me up and says baby it's a lonely ol' night I don't know I'm just so scared and lonely all at the same time Nobody told us it was gonna work out this way No, no, no, no, no I guess they knew we'd work it out in our own way *It's a lonely ol' night Can I put my arms around you It's a lonely ol' night Custom made for two lonely people like me and you Radio playing softly some singer's sad sad song He's singing about standing in the shadows of love I guess he feels awfully alone She says I know exactly what he means Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And it's a sad, sad feeling when you're living on those in-betweens But it's okay * Repeat She calls me Baby She calls everybody Baby It's a lonely ol' night but ain't they all * Repeat |
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| 3:41 |
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Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity Educated in a small town Taught to feel Jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic that's me But I've seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town Now she's small town just like me No I cannot forget where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say Look who's in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that's good enough for me Well I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me |
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| 2:56 |
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They come from the cities And they come from the smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin crack boom bam Chorus R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A., Yeah, Yeah! Rockin' in the U.S.A. Said goodbye to their families Said goodbye to their friends With pipe dreams in their heads And very little money in their hands Some are black and some are white Ain't to proud to sleep on the floor tonight With the blind faith of Jesus you know that they just might, be Rockin' in the U.S.A. Hey! Voices from nowhere And voices from the larger towns Filled our head full of dreams Turned the world upside down There was Frankie Lyman-Bobby Fuller-Mitch Ryder (They were Rockin') Jackie Wilson-Shangra-las-Young Rascals (They were Rockin') Spotlight on Martha Reeves Let's don't forget James Brown Rockin' in the U.S.A. Rockin' in the U.S.A. Hey! Chorus |
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| 3:52 |
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Paper In Fire
Written by: John Mellencamp She had a dream And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream burned up Like paper in fire * Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smokin' up the alleyways Who's to say the way A man should spend his days Do you let them smolder Like paper in fire He wanted love With no invovlement So he chased the wind That's all his silly life required And the days of vanity Went on forever And he saw his days burn up Like paper in fire * Repeat There is a good life Right across the green field And each generation Stares at it from afar But we keep no check On our appetites So the green fields turn to brown Like paper in fire * Repeat |
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| 4:49 |
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Cherry Bomb
Written by: John Mellencamp Well I lived on the outskirts of town In an eight room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always somethin' doin' Had me a couple of real nice girlfriends Stopped by to see me every once in a while When I think back about those days All I can do is sit and smile * That's when a sport was a sport And groovin' was groovin' And dancin' meant everything We were young and we were improvin' Laughin', laughin' with our friends Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby Outside the club"Cherry Bomb" Our hearts were really thumpin' Say yeah yeah yeah Say yeah yeah yeah The winter days they last forever But the weekends went by so quick Went ridin' around this little country town We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks One night, me with my big mouth A couple guys had to put me in my place When I see those guys these days We just laugh and say do you remember when * Repeat Say yeah yeah yeah Say yeah yeah yeah Seventeen has turned thirty-five I'm surprised that we're still livin' If we've done any wrong I hope that we're forgiven Got a few kids of my own And some days I still don't know what to do I hope that they're not laughing too loud When they hear me talkin' Like this to you * Repeat |
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| 4:20 |
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A million young poets Screamin' out their words To a world full of people Just livin' to be heard Future generations Ridin' on the highways that we built I hope they have better understanding Check it out Goin' to work on monday Check it out Got yourself a family Check it out All utility bills have been paid You can't tell your best buddy that you love him So check it out Where does our time go Check it out Got a brand new house in Escrow Check it out Sleepin' with your back to your loved one This is all that we've learned about happiness Check it out Forgot to say hello to my neighbors Check it out Sometimes I question my own behavior Check it out Talkin' about the girls that we've seen on the sly Just to tell our souls we're still the young lions So check it out Gettin' to drunk on saturdays Check it out Playin' football with the kids on sundays Check it out Soarin' with the eagles all week long And this is all that we've learned about living This is all that we've learned about living A million young poets Screamin' out their words Maybe someday Those words will be heard By future generations Ridin' on the highways that we built Maybe they'll have a better understanding Check it out Hope they'll have a better understanding Check it out Maybe they'll have a better understanding Check it out Maybe they'll have a better understanding Check it out Hope they'll have a better understanding Check it out........ |
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| 5:06 |
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Written by: Terry Reid 1968
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazarre? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I feel they're safer where they are Yes, there's a man I know With no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man that I know With no expression, darling He's got none at all Well, some people are inbound with infatuation And some others spill depression as the law From one's mother getting at no imagination So beware then, maybe sin is at your door Yes, there's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man I know With no expression He's got none at all But you may never, never See this man laughing Come to think of it, I've never seen him cry But he might be sitting And you hear him singing And by and by he'll stop and sigh Before his voice would even begin to speak And he'd just cry Yes, There's a man I know With no expression, darling He's got none at all Yes, There's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all Have you ever, ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazarre? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I feel they're safer where they are Yes, There's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all There's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all |
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