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On the road for forty days,
Last night in little rock put me in a haze. Sweet, sweet connie -- doin' her act, She had the whole show and that's a natural fact. Up all night with freddy king, I got to tell you poker's his thing. A-booze 'n ladies keep me right, As long as we can make it to the show tonight. Chorus We're an american band. We're an american band. We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down. We're an american band. Four young chaquitas in omaha, Was waitin' for the band to return from the show. Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's saturday night, The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight. Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan, They was out to meet the boys in the band. They said, "come on, dudes, let's get it on," And we proceeded to tear that hotel down. Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus We're an american band, ooo-ooo. We're an american band, ooo-ooo. We're an american band, ooo-ooo. |
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Stuck in the county jail,
Nobody here gonna' pay my bail. Thirty days with a smelly drunk, A turn-key callin' me a dirty punk. I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back. And i've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back. shoot for the stars when my eyes can't see the starlight. Reach for the sun in the night. Stop lookin' back at the times i was defeated, I pick myself up, i move straight ahead, i stop lookin' back. Stranded! nothing worse. I'm livin' on coffee, i got an empty purse. I'm dreamin' 'bout blue eyes lookin' my way, Hopin' my dreams don't blow away. I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back. And i've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back. Shoot for the stars when my eyes can't see the starlight. Reach for the sun in the night. Stop lookin' back at the times i was defeated, I pick myself up, i move straight ahead, i stop lookin' back. - 연 주 중 - |
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Whooo ... wheee!
You there, comin' up the stair, the feelin' is ice-blue cold. Shake, it's more than I can take, I'm startin' to lose control. Watch out, what's that noise, there's somebody at the door. It must be Black Licorice, she come back to make me cry some more. Time, ain't on my side, I'm losin' it more each day. Licorice, licorice. She's got evil in her eyes, and catnip is her taste. Licorice, licorice. She wraps me up in her slender legs, her hot black skin to mine. Licorice, licorice. Ple ... ple ...please, don't touch me, oh, I know I'm dead this time. Oh, oh, yeah ... Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice. Licorice. Licorice. Licorice. Licorice. Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, yeah, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, licorice, Black Licorice. Licorice, licorice. Licorice, woah, Black Licorice. |
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Up each morning at five o'clock,
Seem like the noon-day sun ain't never gonna' stop. The work is hard in a railroad yard, Hey, hey, gotta' make it today to punch a time card. Workin' on the railroad. CHORUS Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line, Come on and ride the railroad, one more time. Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line, Come on and ride the railroad, one more time. Dirt and sweat, runnin' down my back, Workin' on the railroad. Work all day long up and down the railroad tracks. Workin' on the railroad. I'm a God fearing man, and with many I stand, Workin' on the railroad. And with God we've been working, all hand in hand. Workin' on the railroad. CHORUS Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line, Workin' on the railroad. Come on and ride the railroad, one more time. Workin' on the railroad. Oh, you know, the railroad is a mighty good line, Come on and ride the railroad, one more time. |
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I ain't got nobody since she left me.
And i don't know why, but i'm startin' to cry. I ain't got nobody since she left me. And i can't figure out how i'm gonna' get by. I ain't got nobody since she left me. I don't know why, i been down all season, I ain't got nobody since she left me. 'cause there ain't no reason for the girl to be leavin' me. Chorus I don't know how i'll ever get by without you. Nobody, no ... nobody. I'm startin' to realize my fate. Nobody, no ... nobody. I'm ready to make up and give another try to live with you. Nobody, no ... nobody. I hope for our love and us, it's not too late ... too late. Nobody, nobody. I ain't got nobody since she left me. Oh, and i don't really think that she'll ever come back. I ain't got nobody since she left me. If she don't come back, i'll have a love attack. I ain't got nobody since she left me. And my tears are like rain, fallin' down on my face. I ain't got nobody since she left me. 'cause i know she's the girl that i'll never replace. Chorus Chorus |
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Walk like a man
And talk like a man Walk like a man baby You can call me your man A little girl asked me what am I gonna do When I get old and blue and worn clear through And I said by that time I'm gonna be in my prime I'm gonna strut like a cock until I'm 99 I'm gonne walk like a man And talk like a man Walk like a man baby You can call me your man Sometimes I feel it's getting late In life all that settling down can wait Till my routine days all seem the same Right now I've got to get on out I've gotta make my day I'm gonna walk like a man And talk like a man Walk like a man baby You can call me your man (repeat chorus again at end) |
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A long, long time ago there lived an Indian boy,
When he came upon this Earth he brought his family joy. A paranoid young brave was he, inside his frame was some misery, He heard the other warriors talking angrily 'bout the white man taking over his country. CHORUS What he didn't know, is that some day his ma would be crying. What he didn't know, is that some day his tribe would be dying. What he didn't know, is that some day his father'd be gone. What he didn't know, is that some day he'd be all alone. None of the stories in the schoolbooks said it, the truth is gone and they're tryin' to forget it. The history books are all one-sided, the truth is gone and their trying to hide it. Who had the land 'till we came around? The Indian made his life from the ground. And what about the boy that this story's about? Where his tee-pee once stood there now is a town. CHORUS He was the loneliest rider on the plain. He was the loneliest rider on the plain. He was the loneliest rider on the plain. |
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Stuck in the county jail,
Nobody here gonna' pay my bail. Thirty days with a smelly drunk, A turn-key callin' me a dirty punk. I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back. And i've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back. shoot for the stars when my eyes can't see the starlight. Reach for the sun in the night. Stop lookin' back at the times i was defeated, I pick myself up, i move straight ahead, i stop lookin' back. Stranded! nothing worse. I'm livin' on coffee, i got an empty purse. I'm dreamin' 'bout blue eyes lookin' my way, Hopin' my dreams don't blow away. I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back. And i've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back. Shoot for the stars when my eyes can't see the starlight. Reach for the sun in the night. Stop lookin' back at the times i was defeated, I pick myself up, i move straight ahead, i stop lookin' back. - 연 주 중 - |
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On the road for forty days,
Last night in little rock put me in a haze. Sweet, sweet connie -- doin' her act, She had the whole show and that's a natural fact. Up all night with freddy king, I got to tell you poker's his thing. A-booze 'n ladies keep me right, As long as we can make it to the show tonight. Chorus We're an american band. We're an american band. We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down. We're an american band. Four young chaquitas in omaha, Was waitin' for the band to return from the show. Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's saturday night, The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight. Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan, They was out to meet the boys in the band. They said, "come on, dudes, let's get it on," And we proceeded to tear that hotel down. Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus We're an american band, ooo-ooo. We're an american band, ooo-ooo. We're an american band, ooo-ooo. |
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