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People will know
When they see this show The kind of a guy I am They'll understand what I stand for And what I just can't stand They'll perceive what I believe in What I know is true And they'll recognize I'm a one man guy Always was through and through I'm a one man guy in the morning I'm the same in the afternoon One man guy when the sun goes down I whistle me a one man tune I'm a one man guy a one man guy Only kind of guy to be I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy is me I'm a one man kind of a guy People meditate Hey that's just great Trying to find the inner you People depend on family and friends And other folks to pull them through I don't know why I'm a one man guy Or why this is a one man show But these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are what I love and know I'm a one man guy in the morning I'm the same in the afternoon One man guy when the sun goes down I whistle me a one man tune I'm a one man guy a one man guy Only kind of guy to be I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy is me I'm a one man kind of a guy I'm gonna bathe and shave And dress myself and eat solo every night Unplug the phone, sleep alone Stay way out of sight Sure it's kind of lonely Yeah it's sort of sick Being your own one and only Is a selfish dirty trick I'm a one man guy in the morning I'm the same in the afternoon One man guy when the sun goes down I whistle me a one man tune One man guy a one man guy Only kind of guy to be I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy I'm a one man guy is me I'm a one man guy |
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In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock & roller do Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean And your girlfriend said that you were 18 The styrofoam icebucket is full of ice Come up to my motelroom treat me nice I don't wanna make no late night New York calls And I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt walls Chronologically I know you're young But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P Come up to my motelroom, sleep with me ! There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid Yeah there's lots of soap end ther's lots of towels Never mind them deskclerk's scowls I buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife Oh come up to my motelroom, save my life Come up to my motelroom, save my life |
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| 2:53 | 
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| 4. |
| 1:56 |
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Used to have a red guitar until I smashed it one drunk night
Smashed it in the classic form as Peter Townsend might I threw it in the fireplace, I left it there awhile Kate, she started crying when she saw my sorry smile Red guitar was made of wood, could not take the heat Red guitar, it caught on fire and the damage was complete It burned until all that was left was six pegs and six strings Kate, she said "You are a fool, you've done a foolish thing." I put the remains in the case and I put the case away Went to New York City for a new guitar the next day I bought myself a blond guitar, I had if for three days Some junky stole my blond guitar. God works in wondrous ways |
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| 4:28 |
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| 6. |
| 3:29 |
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| 2:45 |
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| 8. |
| 3:17 |
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For 20 odd years I have strummed on guitars
5,000 lost flat picks, four fingertip scars I must have broken a million g strings Picking and strumming, and playing these things Banging and tunin', and playing these things. And it's been 16 years now that I've written songs Over a 100 and still growing strong About drinking and hockey and flying above Again and again about unhappy love Over and over, unhappy love. And it's music for money, but I'll do it for fun Oh, I know how to do it, it's easily done To stand on a stage doesn't make me afraid I'm comfortable up there, it's gotten me laid It always amazes me when I get paid. So here am I doing all that I can do You're paying, I'm playing, I'm grateful to you Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad I sing these songs and you people applaud. You haven't changed much, you still applaud. |
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| 3:15 |
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| 10. |
| 2:54 |
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Shut up and go to bed
Put the pillow under your head I'm sick and tired of all your worries Shut up and say goodnight Say your prayers and turn off the light I'm sick and tired of all your sob-stories Shut up and shut your eyes No more histrionics, no more college tries Stop pushing, stop shoving, stop straining Shut your mouth and button your lip You're a late night faucet that's gotta drip All you're doing is merely complaining The excuse that you're crazy is useless You're not biting you're barking you're toothless But you're ruthless (you're Rufus) Shut up and count some sheep And do me a favor, don't bitch in your sleep No more agony, please no more sorrow Shut up and catch some Zs Ice cream with a cherry plus a big pretty please I promise we'll resume tomorrow...Goodnight. |
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