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Well, you think you're sitting pretty
But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady But you're weak as a matchstick leg. Well, there's a rumble in the city, There's a call out for your head. Now isn't it a pity Your future's just a lump of lead. But now you're running scared, you've got no place to run; You're caught between the law and the Big Guns. Well, it's a long way from the pool halls, Through the rackets and the petty crime. Well, you thought you were a tough one But you've bitten off too much this time. You've stepped on the wrong toes, Now look who you've upset. You walked on the wrong toes, You've got your picture on the police gazette. Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run; Yor're caught between the law and the Big Guns. Your backis against a wall, you don't like it there at all. Now you!re too proud to fall, you got no friends you can call. Well, you never felt so gritty, The sweat's pouring down your back. You're like a tiger in the jungle And you can't find your way back. You hadn't played your cards right, You hadn't seen the signs, Well, you tried to run the whole game, Now you've come to the end of the line. Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run; Now you're face to face with the Big Guns. |
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Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today, yeah! Picket lines and picket signs, don't punish me with brutality; Talk to me so you can see; oh, what's going on. What's going on yeah, what's going on, oh, what's going on. Ah ah, ah, ah. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. She de doot do do de doot ba do be do be do bu bu bu bu bu do. Father, father we don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today. Picket lines and picket signs, don't punish me with brutality; Talk to me so you can see; oh, what's going on. What's going on yeah, what's going on, oh, what's going on. Ah ah, ah, ah. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. She de doot do do de doot ba do be do be do bu bu bu bu bu do. Father, father everybody thinks we're wrong Oh but, who are they to judge us simply because our hair is long? Oh you know we've got to find a way bring some understanding here today. Picket lines and picket signs, don't punish me with brutality; Talk to me so you can see; oh, what's going on. What's going on yeah, what's going on, oh, what's going on. Ah ah, ah, ah. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya. I yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. She de doot do do de doot ba do be do be do bu bu bu bu bu do. |
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Tattoo'd lady,
Bearded baby, They're my family. When I was lonely, Something told me, where, I could always be. Where I could, Wish for pennies, If we had any. You'd meet me down, At the shooting gallery. Yes I'm a, Fair ground baby. Wonder what made me, Fall for the pearly queen. I spent my youth, Under canvas roof, As I roamed from town to town. I'm not fooling, When I say I got no schoolin', Never like the class bell sound. From the caravan, I hear the fairground band, Sounding good as they can be. You know I can't be found, But if you look around, Tomorrow we'll be gone by dawn. Alright Now hear it on the loud speaker say, The fire eater is a real fine sight to see, Yeah he's a death cheater, Some kind of central heater, Be sure to save a seat for me. Let me tell you 'bout wicked Sadie, She's no baby, The law came, And tried to close her sideshow down. But soon she had the D.A. cheering, The police chief wearing, Her garter for a crown. I spent my youth, Under canvas roof, As I roamed from town to town. I'm not fooling, When I say I got no schoolin', Never like the school bell sound. From the caravan, I hear the fairground band, Sounding good as they can be. You know I can't be found, But if you look around, Tomorrow we'll be gone by dawn. Yeah Tattoo'd lady, Bearded baby, They're my family. When I was lonely, Something told me, where, I could always be. Where I could, Wish for pennies, If we had any. You'd meet me down, At the shooting gallery. Tattoo'd lady |
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Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin
The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin I've got it carved in my forehead, 'Slave To My Sin' Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in Gonna write down my law in blood upon the street To the cadence of a goose-step, heavy metal beat Wanna purify my race, gonna turn up the heat Just wanna make 'em die and make the job complete I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I like to run my body on heavy heavy fuel I can punch through a wall, I can kick like a mule I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school I'm the devil's little soldier, I'm the devil's little tool I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I got every kind of chemical pumpin' through my head I read Mein Kampf daily just to keep my hatred fed I never ever sleep, I just lay in my bed Dreamin' of the day when everyone is dead I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a vicious young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man |
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| 4:56 |
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In the flinty light, it's midnight, and stars collide
Shadows run, in full flight, to run, seek and hide I'm still not sure what part I play, in this shadow play, this shadow play In the half light, on this mad night, I hear a voice in time Well, I look back, see a half-smile, then it's gone from sight Won't you tell me how I can find my way? In this shadow play, this shadow play In this shadow play, this shadow play Sounds come crashing, and I hear laughing All those lights just blaze away I feel a little strange inside A little bit of Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde Sounds come crashing, can I hear laughing? All those lights just blaze away I feel a little strange inside A little Dr. Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde Thoughts run wild, free as a child, into the night Across the screen a thin beam, of magic light Things they just don't look the same In this shadow play, this shadow play Shadow play, shadow play I can't run away from this shadow play Shadow play, shadow play |
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| 6. |
| 4:52 |
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They say this town will kill you
They say this town ain't got no soul This town could take a child's smile And turn it into stone But don't you think I know that? This place has cut me to the bone Trouble crawling up your back Fear just eats your soul You say this town will eat you up You say this town don't have a heart You try to learn all your lines And you try to play the part With all this double dealing I tell you brother, you'll get smart Here in Kickback City You're lost before you start The people in subways Look nearly half dazed to me Renting tomorrow, investing in sorrow No belief, yeah Faces in side streets Hiding like angels from grace Selling you sorrow, renting tomorrow You're out of place, yeah They say this town will kill you They say this town ain't got no soul They'll set you up and pull the stitch 'Til you're unraveled on the floor But I won't let it beat me Though trouble's knocking at my door Somehow it's just your smile That keeps me coming back for more Yeah, here in Kickback City Feel I'm goin' down slow Here in Kickback City Feel I'm goin' down slow, yeah, yeah |
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| 7. |
| 4:05 |
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Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop,
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop, He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe. He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the shakes till noon, He picked up his bag and left the motel room, His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees. Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan, Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can, Another destination, some place else to play. Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park. They tried to make it work; it was ruined from the start. He had to shake the rust, it became time to leave. It's a honky-tonk engagement, But there's no better place to play. His face feels like crazy pavement, It's getting more lined every day. Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain, She says he's too old to have these growing pains, But something keeps him moving, living on through the night. But as the night approaches, a change is in the air, His heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares. The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere. It's a honky-tonk engagement, But there's no better place to play. His mind feels like crazy pavement, He's getting crazed out every day. Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop, Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop, He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe. He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the chills till noon, He picked up his bag and left the motel room, His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees. |
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| 9. |
| 5:15 |
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Baby I no longer wanna be, just a thorn in your side.
Tell me what you gave me baby, and I will give you back. The troubles you gave me, gonna wrap em' up in a box, Tie em' up with string, send em' back to you, They no longer mean a thing to me. Better get used to bein' my used to be. Baby I no longer wanna be, just a cushion for your pride. Here's my fastback baby, this man's got a ride away. Before you make me change my mind, I'll be gone before you notice, that I'm not around. You'll look everywhere baby, but I just won't be found. Better get used to bein' my used to be. I used to be the hands of your clock baby, But I always knew in time. I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, And you would change your mind. Owww... I used to be the hands of your clock baby, But I always knew in time. I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, And you would suddenly change your mind. Owww... Baby I remember a time when you, really used to try. But now-a-days baby, you can't even look me in the eye. Your love is drifting with the tide. Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. I'll just move on down, I'm sure that you'll agree. Better get used to bein' my used to be. Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. I'll just move on down the line, I'm sure that you'll agree. Better get used to bein' my used to be. |
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Well, did you ever,
Well, did you ever, Well, did you ever, Well, did you ever wake up, With them bullfrogs on your mind? Well, did you ever wake up, With them bullfrogs on your mind? You had to sit there laughin', Laughin' just to keep from crying. Well, did you ever wake up, With that one woman on your mind, Well, did you ever wake up, With that one woman on your mind, Sit there laughin', Laughin' just to keep from crying. My mother got em, My father got em, My sister got em, My brother got em. I woke up this morning, My grandmother had them too, Well, don't you know about that, I got the bullfrog blues. Bullfrog My mother got em, My father got em, My sister got em, My brother got em. I woke up this morning, My grandmother had them too, Well, don't you know about that, I got the bullfrog blues. Called up my doctor, Was not feeling so well, Well, I called up the doctor, Was not feeling so well. He looked inside his bag and said, "Well, well".... You don't need no doctor, You don't need no pill, You don't need no doctor, You don't need no pill. Just take my advice, It'll surely cure your ills. Head on down to New Orleans, Prettiest place you ever seen, Get on down to the river bend, That's where the music never ends. Open your ears, Don't you feel good? Get yourself one helluva shot of rhythm 'n' blues. Go on down to new Orleans, The greatest place you ever been, Head on down to the river bend, Dig the music of the Cajun bands, Honky-tonk piano, Make you feel good, Open your ears, To rhythm 'n' blues. Well, did you ever wake up, With them bullfrogs on your mind? Well, did you ever wake up, With them bullfrogs on your mind? You had to sit there laughin', Laughin' just to keep from crying. Well, did you ever wake up, With that one woman on your mind, Well, did you ever wake up, With that one woman on your mind, You had to sit there laughing, Laughing just to keep from crying. |
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| 4:25 |
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What's this I hearthat's going all around town?
The people are sayin' you gonna put the kid down, Lordy, what're you doing? You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid. You told me you loved me, You told me a lie. I love you woman till the day I die. Lordy, what're you doing? You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid. You took the kid's car and drove all around town, Tellin' everybody you're gonna put the kid down. Lordy, what're you doing? Call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid. You told me you loved me, You told me a lie. I love you woman till the day I die. Take my car and drive all around town, Tellin' everybody you gonna put me down. Lordy, what're you doing? Call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. Messin' with the kid. |
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| 6:34 |
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This hotel bar is full of people
The piano man is really laying it down Even the old bartender is as high as a steeple So why tonight should I wear a frown? The joint is jumping all around me And my mood is really not in style Right now the blues flock to surround me But I'll break out after a while Well, I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood On a windy bay Yes, I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood On a windy bay Why ask how I feel? Well, how does it look to you? I fell hook, line and sinker Lost my captain and my crew I'm standing on the landing And there's no one there but me That's where you'll see me Looking out on the deep blue sea There's a song on the lips of everybody There's a smile all 'round the room There's conversation overflowing So why must I sit here in the gloom This hotel bar has lost all its people The piano man has caught the last bus home The old bartender sleeps in the corner So why must I still be here?, I don't know, let me tell you I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay Yes, I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay Well, I'm a million miles I'm a million miles, I'm a million miles Sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay, oh, oh yeah |
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| 5:23 |
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Well, the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,
It'll find you hiding no matter where you stand. It's gonna rain brother, and it's gonna rain hard, When the blues comes calling with it's calling card. It ain't too funny when you'd rather die, Ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply. To your love sick letter that you wrote in tears, About feeling so bad for a million years. Watch out brother, be alert, But whatever you do, don't show that hurt, Don't show that hurt, show that hurt. I've been subjected, I've been so distressed, Come back baby, to clean up this mess, Clean up this mess. It ain't so funny when you'd rather die, Ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply. To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears, About feeling so bad for a million years. Yeah, the rain ain't fussy about where it falls, It rains on one like it rains on all. But when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hard, When the blues comes calling with it's calling card. Watch out brother, be alert, Whatever you do, don't show that hurt, Don't show that hurt. |
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| 3:48 |
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When I was a cowboy out on the Western Plain.
When I was a cowboy out on the Western Plain. Well, I made a half a million, Working hard on the bridle reins. Come a cow-cow yicky. come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. What was the greatest battle ever on the Western Plain? What was the greatest battle ever on the Western Plain? When me and a bunch of cowboys rode into Jesse James. Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. Now me and a bunch of cowboys rode into Jesse James. When me and a bunch of cowboys rodc into Jesse James. Well, those bullets were a-flying just like a shower of rain. Come a cow-cow ylcky come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. Come a cow-cow ylcky come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. What was the greatest battle ever on Bunker Hill? What was the greatest battle ever on Bunker Hill? When me and a bunch of cowboys rode into Buffalo Bill. Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. Come a cow-cow ylcky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea. |
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| 5:20 |
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Well its a winding highway, that never seems to end,
Well we all must travel, We'll not pass this way again, Are you going my way, well won't you lend a hand, Well it sounds like thunder, but it could be a hurricane, Looks like Chain Lightnin', but its just my blues again, Sure don't look inviting, when you see those clouds of rain, Yea, Yea I wish it were the morning, 'cause the night feels oh so long With a windswept skyway, it don't look good my friend, Tomorrow might be my day, who knows which way the wheel might turn, Woohoo, Woooohoooo, Yeayeaha |
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| 3:33 |
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Just the smile that is spreading all over her face
Could warm up the room and set fire to the place Yes, it could, you know it could Now, the fog is clinging all over the town Put one foot in front then you just might fall down On the ground, she's in town Like the rain that is falling all over the land She cools down my mind when she touches my hand Feels so good, yeah, so good Well, just the smile that is spreading all over her face Could warm up the room and set fire to the place Yes, she could, you know it could |
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I'm not awake yet, I haven't opened my eyes.
But I haven't been late yet, I'm gonna to be on time. For today's the day that you are coming back. And I can't wait to see you materialize. How much can I take now before I break inside? How long will it take now before I realize, That I can't live without you by my side, And nothing else will keep me satisfied? I've looked at my heart now and I trusted my eyes. I made that mistake now ain't gonna make it twice. But time can put the man on the other side. And I can't wait to see what's left behind. I'm not awake yet, I haven't opened my eyes. I haven't been late yet. Gonna be on time, gonna be on time, gonna be on, gonna be on time. But today's the day that you are coming back, And I can't wait to see you materialize. |
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Were you raised by the river
Down by the low, low land Where the air is dark and sinister? In the nigh there's no safe place to stand Hid in the reeds are eyes that peek, voices I can't understand Flamingos flying endlessly To the silent sky Daughter of the Everglades You never made it clear Daughter of the Everglades If you want to be here Child of the river I never saw your tears Well, you looked like your mama Before you walked, you swam Learned to makes snake tails stew From your daddy, a crazy talkin' fisherman In this place there is no law; the river makes all the rules What they are I found out When I came back to look for you Daughter of the Everglades Why did you bring me here? Daughter of the Everglades My love has turned to fear Child of the river Let me feel you near Well, you laughed in them But I knew after a year That you'd cry in the city I should have not brought you here So far from the Bayou, down in the low, low land Don't know why you left me But now I understand Take me back to the river Down in the smoky ground Where snakes crawl you don't cheat By the river you live by now In the swell of the river, the river sails so proud I should have gone there with you But now they tell me you have drowned Daughter of the Everglades I can feel you near Daughter of the Everglades I know I'll find you hear Child of the river I can't see for tears Daughter of the Everglades I want to feel you near Daughter of the Everglades I must find you here Child of the river I can't see for my tears |
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| 4:24 |
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I'll admit you're gone - when I think I'm able,
Just like in that song, you turned all the tables, Now I know I'm wrong, life is hard to shoulder, I won't last too long, each day is getting colder. Falling constantly, shadows haunting me, Moving silently, day by day, Watching hopefully, waiting anxiously, That you might hear me, someday. That's what I pray, That's all I pray, I'm gonna be ok, it's gonna be okay. Looking ahead, there's nothing but blue days, But somehow I keep hanging on. I should spend time looking for new ways, 'Cos blue days have taken quite a toll. The journey we were on - can't believe it's over, I can feel the storm, but I can't run for cover. Where do I belong I just keep on searchin'? I want to see the dawn of the day when stop hurting. Falling constantly, shadows haunting me, Moving silently, day by day. Watching hopefully, anxiously, That you might hear me, someday. That's what I pray, That's all I pray, It's gonna be ok, I'm gonna be okay. |
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Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies,
To a heaven here on earth. And if you make time, it's a cool drive, Head down to the coast. If your taste runs to the gumbo, Don't know where to go? Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. If your head leaks like a strainer, The sea comes to your door. A strange sound from the juke-joint, A mile just down the road. Believe it when you hear it, The sound of the rubbing board. Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. Yeahh.. Move it over, Open up that lane. Roll it over, Buddy, I'm insane. You won't feel like a stranger, You've found a second home. You can get out of your tree there, When that music hits your soul. Bye-bye Big Brother, 'Cause I'm going away, I wanna listen to the man, They call Clifton Chenier. Feel like a statistic, Feeling shrink-wrapped too. It's fun-time baby, You've been too long in school. Head down to the place, Near to Thibodaux, Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. Move that semi, Buddy, I'm insane. It's now or never, I can't touch the brakes. Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou, And I can see the sign. Shining like a beacon, Right on through the night. No more airs and graces, Gotta catch the show. Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. |
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They don't make them like you anymore, that's for sure
And when they made you They made sure they threw away the mould It comes as no surprise to me That I wanna be in your vicinity If I stand close to you, I'm not sure if I'm really there With my feet on the ground but my head's lost in the air Oh, how I wish you could see That I'd love to be in your vicinity Where would I go, what would I do If you should run from me? How does it show when you're to lose Will you explain to me? There's something growing There's something showing There's something won't let me be Where would I go, what would I do If you should run from me? How does it show when you're to lose Will you explain to me? There's something growing There's something showing There's something won't let me be They don't make them like you anymore, that's for sure And when they made you They made sure they threw away the mould Oh, how I wish you could be I wanna be in your vicinity Well, I've heard that one day Everything comes to him who waits Well, that may be so, but you know it might be too late Oh, how I'd love to see That I wanna be in your vicinity ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RORY GALLAGHER <i>Lyrics © BUGHOUSE MUSIC OBO STRANGE MUSIC LTD</i> |
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