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| 4:49 | 
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I've been holding out so long I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you I've been hanging on the phone I've been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you I've been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call When the phone rings It's just some friends of mine that say, "Hey, what's the matter man? We're gonna come around at twelve With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. We're gonna bring a case of wine Hey, let's go mess and fool around You know, like we used to" Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Oh everybody waits so long Oh baby why you wait so long Won't you come on! Come on! I've been walking in Central Park Singing after dark People think I'm crazy I've been stumbling on my feet Shuffling through the street Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?" Sometimes I want to say to myself Sometimes I say Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh I won't miss you child I guess I'm lying to myself It's just you and no one else Lord I won't miss you child You've been blotting out my mind Fooling on my time No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah |
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| 2. |
| 4:24 |
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I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know you always have the Lord by your side" And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran Twenty red lights in his honor Thank you Jesus, thank you lord I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner A little bleary, worse for wear and tear Was a girl with far away eyes So if you're down on your luck And you can't harmonize Find a girl with far away And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do wassend Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio And all my dreams would come true So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl Well, you know what kind of eyes she got So if you're down on your luck I know you all sympathize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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Well now we're respected in society We don't worry about the things that we used to be We're talking heroin with the president Well it's a problem, sir, but it can't be bent Uh yes! Well now you're a pillar of society You don't worry about the things that you used to be You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn You're the easiest lay on the White House lawn Get out of my life, don't come back Get out of my life, don't come back She's so respectable She's so respectable She's so delectable She's so respectable Get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back Get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back What I say! She's so respectable She's so respectable She's so respectable She's so respectable Get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back Oh get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back She's so respectable She's so respectable She's so delectable She's so respectable Get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back...woo! Get out of life Don't take my wife Don't come back Get out of my life Don't take my wife Don't come back, come back, hey |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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Worked the bars and sideshows along the twilight zone Only a crowd can make you feel so alone And it really hit home Booze and pills and powders, you can choose your medicine Well here's another goodbye to another good friend After all is said and done Gotta move while it's still fun Let me walk before they make me run After all is said and done I gotta move, it's still fun I'm gonna walk before they make me run Watched the taillights fading, there ain't a dry eye in the house They're laughing and singing Started dancing and drinking as I left town Gonna find my way to heaven, `cause I did my time in hell I wasn't looking too good but I was feeling real well After all is said and done I gotta move I had my fun Let us walk before they make me run After all is said and done I did alright, I had my fun I will walk before they make me run |
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| 4:25 |
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I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a hurting All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles my feet are hurting All I want is for you to make love to me Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on baby make sweet love to me Am I hard enough Am I rough enough Am I rich enough I'm not too blind to see Oh little sister Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl Pretty, pretty Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl Come on baby please, please, please I'll tell ya You can put me out On the street Put me out With no shoes on my feet But, put me out, put me out Put me out of misery Yeah, all your sickness I can suck it up Throw it all at me I can shrug it off There's one thing baby That I don't understand You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby Ain't I tough enough Ain't I rich enough, in love enough Ooh! Ooh! Please I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never be your beast of burden Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be I don't need no beast of burden I need no fussing I need no nursing Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be |
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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Shattered, shattered Love and hope and sex and dreams Are still surviving on the street Look at me, I'm in tatters! I'm a shattered Shattered Friends are so alarming My lover's never charming Life's just a cocktail party on the street Big Apple People dressed in plastic bags Directing traffic Some kind of fashion Shattered Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex Look at me, I'm in tatters I'm a shattered Shattered All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta I can't give it away on 7th Avenue This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered) Work and work for love and sex Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter? I'm shattered. Shattered Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered I'm a shattered Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah Pride and joy and greed and sex That's what makes our town the best Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah I've been battered, what does it matter Does it matter, uh-huh Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! You got rats on the west side Bed bugs uptown What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh Shadoobie, my brain's been battered My friends they come around they Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter Pile it up, pile it high on the platter |
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