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| 4:39 | 
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I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon I'm lookin' for old Sukie Jones she crazy horse saloon Barkeep gimme a drink that's when she caught my eye She turned to give me a |
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| 2. |
| 4:21 |
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Now there's a backseat/lover That's always under/cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen/nuthin Til you're down on her/muffin And there's sure to be a change in ways Now there's a cheer/leader That's a real big/pleaser As far as I can remi/nisce But the best thing/love it Was her sister and her/cousin And it started with a little kiss, like this She starts/swingin With the boys in/tune And her feet just fly up in the air Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle And they swingin like it just don't care So I took a big/chance At the high school/dance With a lady who was ready to play It wasn't me she was/foolin Cause she knew what was she was/doin when she told me how to walk this wayShe told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! ( 2X) ( all 2X) Well just gimme a kiss/some head! Oooh, a-like this! School girl/sleazy With a/classy kind of sassy Little skirt hangin way up her knee It was three young ladies In the school gym/locker And they find they were lookin D I was high school/loser Never made it with a/lady Til a boy told me somethin I missed That my next door/neighbor had a daughter/had a favor And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this She starts swingin with the boys in the school with her feet flyin up in the air Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle I was swingin like I didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a miss who was ready to play Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin when she told me how to walk this way |
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| 3. |
| 5:44 |
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We all live on the edge of town Where we all live, ain't a soul around People start a-comin', all we do is just a-grin We gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in Tell me who ya know, and I'll tell ya who to Go see my friend and he'll set you free Tell me what you need and maybe I can go too No one knows the way, but maybe me Nobody knows where Nobody shows where Nobody goes where You can find me Good Morning! Glory! Hallauiah to ya! What is the story and What's been goin' through ya? Living like a King ??? off the land Working like a dog in a rock and roll band We're movin' We're gettin' out We're movin' Without a doubt We're movin' We're goin' far We're movin' Yes we are, 'cause Nobody knows where Nobody shows where Nobody goes where You can find me Nobody knows where Nobody shows where Nobody goes where You can find me Meddle with God and you're in tune withe the universe Talk with yourself and you'll hear what you wanna know Gotta rise above, 'cause below it's only gettin' worse Laugh and time will take you where you wanna go Good Morning! Glory! Hallalluiah to ya! What is the story and What's been goin' through ya? Livingt like a King ??? off the land Working like a dog in a rock and roll band We're movin' We're gettin' out We're movin' Without a doubt We're movin' We're goin' far We're movin' Yes we are, 'cause Nobody knows where Nobody shows where Nobody goes where You can find me Nobody knows where Nobody shows where Nobody goes where You can find me We all live on the edge of town Where we all live, ain't a soul around People start a-comin', all we do is just a-grin We gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in I said We gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in |
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| 4. |
| 4:47 |
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Chaaa....
Checkmate honey beat'choo at'chor own damn game No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane Feet's on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain Oh heads I win tails you lose to the nether mind When to draw the line A Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet nap winner and rarely ever left the store She'd sing and dance all night and wrong all the right outta me Oh... pass me the vile and cross your fingers it don't take time Know where to draw the line Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song Oh... you told Carrie and promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win tails you lose lord it's such a crime No dice honey you the salt you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey you're the only one who's got ta choose Where to draw the line Aaaahhh... checkmate don't be late Take another bow That's right... impossible When you got to be yourself You're the boss of the toss The dice... the price Write yourself a song and draw the line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line Ooo... line |
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| 5. |
| 5:45 |
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Get yourself cooler
Lay yourself low Coincidental murder With nothing to show With the judge's constipation Will go to his head And his wife's aggravation You'll soon end up dead It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend Shady lookin loser you played with my gun No smooth face laywer Could get ya undone Say love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance Fate comes a-knockin' Doors start lockin' Your old time connection Change your direction You ain't gonna change it Can't rearrange it Can't stand the pain When it's all the same to you, my friend When you're low down and dirty From walkin' the street With your old hurdy gurdy No one to meet Said love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance |
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| 6. |
| 3:43 |
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I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Take me back to a south Tallahasse Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can?t stand up on my feet in the city Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come close to my Home sweet home Can't catch no dose Of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart Sweathog ready to make a silk purse From a J Paul Getty and his ear With her face in her beer Home sweet home Get out in the field Put the mule in the stable Ma' she's a cookin' Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feet in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when the bossman Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street |
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| 7. |
| 5:44 |
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Let The Music Do The Talking
( Perry ) Ma ma ma ma ma ma... yeah Wanna take a chance and dance before I gotta leave alone One short song and she'll be gone I wish her off was on Gotta try another way to get her To come around to me Wanna take a chance and dance before I gotta leave alone Let the music do the talking (And I can't wait) Let the music do the talking (Today is the day) Let the music do the talking (I'll let you know) Let the music do the talking (I sung my song) Let the music... honey... do the talking One more thing I gotta say But I'll explain in a different way Gotta know I got an axe to grind I know you won't mind In your eyes I see the sky... no question Our hearts belong entwined One last thing is clear to see our loves' Positively meant to be Let the music do the talking (I can't wait) Let the music do the talking (I'm here today) Let the music do the talking (I'll let you know) Let the music do the talking (I've sung my song) Let the music... honey... do the talking (Ralph Morman baby) (Sick of talk) (Two two three four) Ooooo... let the music do the talking (I can't wait) Let the music do the talking (Today is the day) Let the music do the talking (I'm lettin' you know) Let the music do the talking (I sung my song) A let the music... silly... do the talking Wanna take a chance and dance before I gotta leave alone One short song and she'll be gone I wish her off was on Gotta try another way to get her To come around to me Wanna take a chance and dance before I gotta leave alone Let the music do the talking (I can't wait) Let the music do the talking (Today is the day) Let the music do the talking (I'll let you kno-ow) Let the music do the talking (I've sung my song) Let the music do the talking (And I can't wait) Let the music do the talking Let the music... (I'll let you know) Let the music do the talking (I can't wait) Let the music do the talking (I'll let you know) Let the music... honey... do the talking (It's safe to say) Let the music do the talking (Today is the day) Let the music do the talking Nit Music ManiaClub...Angel's Wings cyworld.com/vusrmsdyd |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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In the attic
Lights Voices scream Nothing seems Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love for mine All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing seems Real's a dream Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Lights Voices scream Nothing seems Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love for mine All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing seems Real's a dream Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic Toys, toys, toys, in the attic |
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