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Written by John Mellencamp
Spend a lot of time tryin' to grow up Guess I got a lot of growin' up to do Used to tell me sit down, hey shut up Guess they don't know what I was goin' through But I've loved me some girls And I've broken me some hearts A cast in Nova in my own right As I see here watching the sun coming up I guess it's okay, yea its ok To say good night *Born reckless, born reckless Born reckless (watch the family cry) Cause I was born to be reckless Till the day, I die Well you know, I've been shoved around Hey, but I've done my share of the shovin' too I guess you get what you deserve Yeah you get what's comin' to you For the life of me, I don't understand I don't understand, how I ever got you Someone so warm to hold my hand When this world has beat me back through (*Repeat Chorus) Well what I really want to say is I guess I don't know, what it is I really wanna say Anyway the thing is, I'm just surprised That you're still here with me today 'Cause I've lied and I've cheated And I've spit in your face I've taken from you exactly what I need But I want you to know There's no one to take your place How can we embrace love, how can we make love At such an high rate of speed (*Repeat Chorus) |
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| 2. |
| 3:03 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Be yourself, boys Let's get this show on the road Well I'm up every morning by 6:08 Take the Voltswagon bus up the interstate Feel Charlie Manson just like ... I'm diggin' real hard for some money to spend Well it ain't that bad if the summer's free I got my evenings ... to cruise the scene oh yeah I got a pretty old lady Who rolls back in the morning She don't pressure me about my over time Got a kickin' black chick Who meets me in the alley Sayin' unsnap your jeans, baby I'll take what I find I got non-stop shootem up, on a layaway plan I've got a workman's compensation, I'm a union man *Working at the factoy Gonna get me some of them luxuries Well now me and the boys Machines are making noise Working at the factory (moola) It works like this I got one eye on the time clock I got my other eye on, the girl in the hall I got this ... rocket, hum, stuck right here in my pocket Waitin' for the five o'clock whistle to call I'm the whistle dancer of the production line I got an encour tomarrow at the very same time (*Repeat Chorus 2 times) |
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
(Night Slumming - burp 123) Well good evening to, the dirty bordellos And good evening to, the girls who work uptown And say hello, well hello, to the gay young fellows Who make their love, on the meat rack In their sister's gowns Well I ain't no king, but I ain't no princess And I don't get drunk, no no But I can still be blown away The phantom lover of the future And I don't go to work 'Cause I sleep all through the day Talkin' 'bout *Night, night, night, night slummin' Night, night, night, night slummin' Night, night, night, night slummin' So when you see me tonight I'd be reaching the heights so were coming I never counted on ... All the good things have been taken away from me Aww, heavy or hard, I know those younger punches Cause tonight is another day for destiny Well the damage is done, hey I can't really feel it Well I don't fault your love and The bathroom stains, oh yeah And its a little too fast and dieing too young That's what we're talking about Well it's this slummin' that makes me Stop to think (*Repeat Chorus) Night, night, night, night slummin' Night, night, night, night slummin'(goodnight) Night, night, night, night slummin'(yeah, yeah) |
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| 4. |
| 4:06 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Oh yeah Well she started out, just to be a dancer Gonna make her livin' dancin' In the Broadway shows So she hitchhiked cross the country From Pasaroba to the Big Red Apple Where your dreams are made Your debts must be paid on time Well she wasn't used to livin' in the city So she took a job cleanin' up as a maid At the Grammercy Park Hotel And all her auditions They didn't turn out so pretty So she took a job dancin' At the bar down the street as well *I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer And I'll listen to how your outgrew your dreams How they faded away I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage Well I don't know how long or how far Her fortune did take her But I heard she sits alone drunk In a bar downtown on 42nd Street And sometimes an old Butch Will slip a quarter into the jukebox And she'll stagger to the bar And dance with that girl for free (*Repeat Chorus) Oh the stage, baby |
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| 5:37 |
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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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| 3:55 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Another sad sad day The world's KO'd again And I used to always say No one could hit, like my old man **Do you really have to be so tough Is it necessary to talk so (son of a bitchin) rough Hey ain't there some place I could fit in Could I find a little action there Hey wait just a minute, I don't really care Any place is bound to be better Than where I'm standin' Yeah I wish that for just one day Hey ya know I wouldn't have to be afraid And ashamed of its work And its disgusting glory *Welcome to the alley of the angels Hey they say your eyes can gleam When you can a just tell the truth all night (And you can a chase them dreams all night) Welcome to the alley of the angels (They say) The reckless young hearts Beat to (the flash of) the neon lights Look at those kids, they're such a mess Just can't teach 'em no respect They want the world And they want the best on a silver platter Hey but ain't that, sometime son The kids grew up and the world moved on They're just lookin' for some place in the sun So they would not shatter (*Repeat) (**Repeat) Welcome to the alley of the angles |
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| 5:02 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers Who searches down the rich dick So here comes, speak this way baby Ain't no tongue some kinda a trick So shake that kick, ooh shake that kick Shavin' your underarms I got my eyes on your ... If I could just get your hands on my balls *Hello High C Cherrie Would you bring it on over here I got a big jet black Cadillac Parked out back in the rear I'd give you twenty five heathens To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie To stick it in you Eww my my the girl with ... rolls That's the way talk (High C) You must admit you're heaven sent For big boys ... Hey I'm on the corner taken ... Hey baby, I can hold my own (Cherrie) Meet me on C Street, baby Hey little girl, you want an ice cream cone Hello High C Cherrie Shake that trash over here I got a big jet black Cadillac Its parked out back in the rear I'd give you twenty five heathens To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie To stick it in you Hey baby, are you with escort Are you really on your way home (Cherrie) Would you make it with a poor schoolboy Would you let this dog throw you his bone I don't mean to be pushy But I know I'd shove you down on the ground (hell ya) How can a sane man Adjust to havin' you around (*Repeat) Hello High C Cherrie Would you bring it on over here I got a big jet black Cadillac Crashed out back in the rear I'll give you twenty five heathens To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer Say ain't that enough, Cherrie Hey is that enough, Cherrie Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Cherrie ... |
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| 3:55 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Oh talk to me Pretty girl in the corner Tryin' out your sex appeal Oh no, it won't bother me If you talk about your TV Jims And their overkill You can be ... You can roll out of you seats I know what I want, baby But you know exactly what I need Oh run with me I'll show you what life is like across the street Oh take me If you want to you can take me seriously I just wanna throw you one Time around the block I know those small minded people And I know that you won't talk, not much Don't put me on When all it really depends On how you see yourself Where the sidewalk ends Well ther goes James Richard Riley Screamin' his redundent lines He's such a time waster What's his he thinks is mine But none of this for me or you I got something for you better here I got loads of dreams, everything is deep I got laws, I got power, I got you And that's all that matters Hey you, they think you're crazy But I knew that the first time That you laid down They know it's just your behavior Well it's hard to be a lady When you paint your face just like a clown There's somethin' goin' on here I don't need to hear from you I got twenty five rings and a joker's ring .... been real to you Yeah they say I caught you Where the sidewalk ends But there ain't nobody buyin' nothin' Where the sidewalk ends |
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| 2:15 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
It's rainin' on me Watch the cab drive you away I see the night bein' eatin' up By just another day I guess I'd better accept That we just didn't have a lot to say Except goodnight I guess it's goodnight The city workers Cleanin' up the streets An old man wrapped in rags and newspaper Lies asleep on the corner of the street Whatever we had Lies in a heap at your feet Goodnight I guess it's goodnight A crowd of people, aw shit |
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| 3:31 |
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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, uh, "Hey, hit the highway" Well I've been walkin' the streets up and down Racing through the human jungles at night I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent Hey, I'm so weak, won't somebody shut off that light Electricity runs through the video And I watch it from this hole I call home And all the stony's are dancin' to the radio And I got the world calling me up here Tonight on the phone 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, uh, "Hey, hit the highway" Well, I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living I'm gonna quit this job, and go to school, or head back home And I'm not askin' to be loved or be forgiven Hey, I just can't face shakin' 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, uh, "Hey, hit the highway" 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, uh, "Hey, hit the highway" You betcha! |
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