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from The Box Tops - Cry Like A Baby (2004)
I keep waiting?
For you to do something I don't like I keep waiting? But everything you do, you do all right You give me love when I want you; You leave me alone when I don't Something says I ought to leave you, But something tells me I won't 'Cause you keep tightening up on me, and I can't break away 'Cause you keep tightening up on me, with a sweeter love every day. It scares me just a little bit, knowing I'll never be free Woman, I'm at your mercy, 'cause you keep Tightening up, tightening up, tightening up on me Yeah? O-o-o? yeah? La-la-la? Your kind of love? Makes it hard for a man to say no to you One look at me? And I know I've got to go to you Even when I'm looking away In my mind I can see you I ain't sure that I love you, baby, But I know that I need you 'Cause you keep tightening up on me, and I can't break away 'Cause you keep tightening up on me, with a sweeter love every day. It scares me just a little bit, knowing I'll never be free Woman, I'm at your mercy, 'cause you keep Tightening up, tightening up, tightening up on me Yeah? O-o-o? yeah? Uh-uh-uh-huh?o-o-o? You keep tightening up on me, and I can't break away You keep tightening up on me, with a sweeter love every day |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Set me free, why don't you baby ?
Get out my life, why don't you baby ? You really don't want me, you just keep me hanging on You really don't need me, you just keep me hanging on. Why do you keep coming around, playing with my heart ? Why don't you get out of my life and help me to make a new start ? Let me get over you the way you got over me, help me ! Set me free, why don't you baby ? Get out my life, why don't baby ? You really don't want me child, you just keep me hanging on You never never never needed me, you just keep me hanging on. You said when we broke up you just wanted to be friends Tell me, how can we still be friends when seeing you just breaks my heart again And there ain't nothing I can do about it. You really don't need me, you just keep me hanging on You really don't need me baby, you just keep me hanging on. Set me free, why don't you baby ? Set me free, why don't you baby ? Get out of my life, why don't you honey ? You just keep me hanging on Hey baby. |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. She said there is no reason and the truth is plain to see That I've wondered through my playing cards, would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open, they might just as well have been closed. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale ... |
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from The Box Tops - Cry Like A Baby (2004)
Yesterday the sun was shining but you're finding the sun it
Don't shine all the time A winter day suddenly came your way And you ran into your mind Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah Do you think you're ready for me? Oh and yesterday is gone forever and ever, never To be again You looked for the sunshine, that brought warmth to your mind But find only rain Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah No, you're not ready for me But when yesterday becomes a memory, a memory That we uncovered in time If you still remember that cold September I reigned in your mind Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah Then you'd be ready for me |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall We gonna romp and tromp till midnight We gonna fuss and fight till daylight We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess We gonna to break out all of the windows, we gonna kick down all the doors We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time. When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long |
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from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010)
Tubb
When we dance together, my world's in disguise It's a fairy-land tale that's come true And when you look at me with those stars in your eyes I could waltz across Texas with you CHORUS Waltz across Texas with you in my arms Waltz across Texas with you Like a story-book ending, I'm lost in your charms And I could waltz across Texas with you My heartaches and troubles are just up and gone The moment that you come in view And with your hand in mine dear, I could dance on and on I could waltz across Texas with you |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
I wanna tell you a story
Every man oughta know If you want a little loving You gotta start real slow She's gonna love you tonight now If you just treat her right Oh squeeze her real gentle Gotta make her feel good Tell her that you love her Like you know you should And she'll be glad every night That you treated her right If you practice my method Just as hard as you can You're gonna get a reputation As a lovin' man And you'll be glad every night That you treated her right HEY HEY HEY HEY! Yeah I wanna tell you a little story Every man oughta know If you want a little loving You've got to start real slow I know she's gonna love me Ooooo yeah Real gentle, real gentle Gotta make her feel good She knows I love her I know I should She'll be glad every night That you treated her right. HEY HEY HEY HEY! |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
You should see me walking with my girlfriend
You would swear we both were one, and it's something else, too ?Walk so close, ?can't tell where one ends, the other begins So much love, ?just ain't no way to tell You could see we make it together You could see the love look in our eyes You could see we make it together, forever You should love someone the way that I do Don't you know that your whole life's a stage Tryin' to find somebody who's gonna love you Love you like mine, if only for your own sake You could see we make it together You could see the love look in our eyes You could see we make it together, forever You could see a long-time love in action We're living and we're loving our lives away, yeah You could see we make it together You could see the love look in our eyes You could see we make it together, forever |
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from Alex Chilton - Set (0000)
Gordon-Warren
There will be many other nights like this, And Ill be standing here with someone new, There will be other songs to sing, Another fall, another spring. But there will never be another you. There will be other lips that I may kiss, But they wont thrill me like yours used to do, Yes, I may dream a million dreams, But how can they come true, If there will never ever be another You. |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from Woodstock Generation (1999)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter/ Neon Rainbow (2004)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter/ Neon Rainbow (2004)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from 7080 Radio: Memories Of Golden Pops (2004)
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane,
I ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home, 'Cause my baby wrote me a letter. I don't care how much money I gotta spend, Got to get back to my baby, Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home, 'Cause my baby wrote me a letter. Well, she wrote me a letter, Said she couldn't live without me no more. Listen, mister, can't you see I got to get back To my baby once more--anyway... |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from 7080 Fm Star (2005)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from Boat That Rocked (보트 댓 락트) [ost] (2009)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
Sweet cream ladies, forward march;
The world owes you a living Sweet cream ladies, do your part, Think of what you're giving To the lost and lonely people of the night Out of need, they seek direction for their life They will love you in the darkness, Take advantage of your starkness, And refuse to recognize you in the light Sweet cream ladies, forward march; Think what you're providing Sweet cream ladies, show your starch; What's the use of hiding? Tell the socialites to look the other way; It's instinctive stimulation you convey It's a necessary function, Meant for those without compunction, Who get tired of vanilla every day Sweet cream ladies forward march; Puritans ignore them Sweet cream ladies do their part; Sweet cream men adore them Let them satisfy the ego of the male Let them fabricate success to those who fail, And should penalties pursue them, When there's really credit due them, They might keep a simple fellow out of jail! Sweet cream ladies, forward march. O-o-o |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
Darling, I don't know much
But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep I'll work myself to death for you Just to show I adore you Nothing I wouldn't do for you 'Cause my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep All I ever, ever hope to be Depends on your love for me Baby, believe me If you should leave me I'd be nothing but an empty shell I know darn well, I can tell, now I don't know much But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide and it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep Well, my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
Darling, I don't know much
But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep I'll work myself to death for you Just to show I adore you Nothing I wouldn't do for you 'Cause my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep All I ever, ever hope to be Depends on your love for me Baby, believe me If you should leave me I'd be nothing but an empty shell I know darn well, I can tell, now I don't know much But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide and it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep Well, my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Darling, I don't know much
But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep I'll work myself to death for you Just to show I adore you Nothing I wouldn't do for you 'Cause my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep All I ever, ever hope to be Depends on your love for me Baby, believe me If you should leave me I'd be nothing but an empty shell I know darn well, I can tell, now I don't know much But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide and it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep Well, my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
Soothe me baby
Soothe me Soothe me with your kindness For you know your powerful love is soothing to me Soothe me baby Soothe me Soothe me with your kindness For you know your powerful love is soothing to me Oh How I used to ramble And how I used to roam Oh But since I met that baby of mine all I do is stay at home And I tell her Soothe me baby Soothe me Soothe me with your kindness For you know your powerful love is soothing to me Oh I used to have a lot of girls Have them big and small Oh But since I met that baby of mine I know no other girls at all I just tell her Soothe me baby Soothe me Soothe me with your kindness For you know your powerful love is soothing to me It's so soothing to me Your love babe is soothing to me |
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Stewart
Today, I heard the awful news Someone told the gospel truth Said you've been running 'round With a stranger who just hit town. He's got a black mustache and a red Cadillac Now he's got you and I've got two Divorce lawyers on my back. Single again, back on the streets again The old bars ain't changed much Just a new face or two when you're out of touch. Single again, born to lose, dying to win The only thing I'm running from is the alimony man Because I'm single again. Drifting around from bar to bar Running into our old friends, they won't know where ya are. Last I heard, a little while back, you were cruising town in his Cadillac Drinkin' champagne, showing off a diamond ring I'm getting by in these hard times livin' from drink to drink. Single again, back on the streets again The old bars ain't changed much, just a new face or two When you're out of touch. Single again, born to lose, dying to win The only thing I'm a'running from is the alimony man 'Cause I'm single again. |
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from Alex Chilton - Live In Anvers [live] (2006)
Oh, babe
Whatcha gonna do? Oh baby Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you I get up in the morning fix you something to eat Before I go to work I'll even brush your teeth I come back in the evening, you're still in bed You got a rag tied 'round your head Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you This is my last time I'm telling you to change your ways I'm telling you baby I mean what I say Last time I'm telling you to cut that jive Or your gonna find yourself outside Oh, babe I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? Oh baby Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you This is my last time I'm telling you to change your ways I'm telling you baby I mean what I say Last time I'm telling you to cut that jive Or your gonna find your ass outside Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Whoa?
Whoa? She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, calling her name and trying to find her She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, knocking and beating on every door Some pity me, and people start to cry One man said he'd help me but I think he done said goodbye But I've got to keep on trying, 'though I'm going crazy, about to lose my mind Oh, I've got to keep on trying, 'though I'm going crazy, about to lose my mind My heart said without a love you're dying Baby, baby, baby, say, can't you hear me crying? Say, whoa? Whoa? Help me, somebody Yeah? yeah? I'm walking through a club, jump up and grab the microphone And asked the man who's leading the band to let me sing my song My heart said without a love you're dying Say, baby, baby, baby, now, can't you hear me crying? Say, whoa? Say, whoa? She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, calling her name and trying to find her She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, knocking and beating on every door She shot a hole in my soul She shot a hole in my soul Whoa-oh? Oh yeah... She shot a hole in my soul Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah? She shot a hole in my soul, yeah? She shot a hole in my soul |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
There was a time
I knew my mind And needed no one else As strong as stone I stayed alone Depending only on myself And suddenly my eyes Fell on you And with a smile You conquered me I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you No ties to bind The wandering kind I was a rolling stone My only prayer The restless wind My only debt my own Then with a word You blew my mind And you touched me With love I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you Sandman Sandman Sandman |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
(Whew, Whoa Alright!
I just wanna say I love you All night long Alright! Slap it to me.) Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (if you can) Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (that feels pretty good) Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bones. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no not at all! Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no! |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
(Whew, Whoa Alright!
I just wanna say I love you All night long Alright! Slap it to me.) Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (if you can) Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (that feels pretty good) Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bones. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no not at all! Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no! |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter/ Neon Rainbow (2004)
People...
(’round and ’round and around...) People make the world go ’round (’round and ’round and around...) Teachers on strike, no more school today They want more money but the board won’t pay People Everybody’s talkin’ ’bout ecology The air’s so polluted that it’s hard to breathe People But that’s what makes the world go round The ups and downs a carousel Changing people’s heads around Go underground young men... People make the world go round... Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They’d swear you’re a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people still cry for equality But that’s what makes the world go round The ups and downs a carousel Changing people’s heads around Go underground young men... People make the world go round... But that’s what makes the world go round The ups and downs a carousel Changing people’s heads around Go underground young men... People make the world go round... |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Please, don't cry, my baby
Can't nobody ever come between us No We've got something, something special Yeah Neighbors on our street are talking about our thing, messing Messing with our business Pay no attention, baby; hold your little head up high, now People are going to talk, people are going to hate us People are going to talk. O-o-o? People will be people, and I'll tell you people, they've just got to talk O-o-o, don't worry, baby, it's going to be all right Can't nobody ever bring us down, now We got it baby, we've got the real "real thing" The way you walk, I'll tell you, it sure is nice. It makes them nervous Just to watch you walk, baby Keep on strutting, honey; hold your little head up high, now People are going to talk, people are going to stare People are going to balk, and o-o-o? People will be people, and I'll tell you, people, they've just got to talk Don't you let them get you down, now Don't you worry about a dog-gone thing People are just naturally going to talk, about a girl who's got it Got everything And baby, baby, Baby, you've got it People are going to talk, people are going to frown People are going to walk and o-o-o, put us down People will be people, and I'll tell you, people, they've just got to talk. So let them talk! Huh! People are just naturally going to talk, But we've got to keep on trying? But we've got to keep on trying? We've got to keep on trying, hey, hey, yeah It's so hard to live in this dog-gone city It's a city without pity But we've got to keep on trying We've got to keep on trying So let them talk Talking about a girl who's got it |
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from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010)
Way down upon the old plantation
Old Master used to own me as a slave He had a little gal he'd call Lorena And we courted where the wild bananas waved For long years we courted and we were happy as one I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn One day I went to see dear Lorena I honked and she would meet me at the gate But they took her away to old Virginie And left me to morn for her fate For years I longed to see her Thoughts of her, as ever in my head One day master read me a letter Telling me that Lorena, she was dead No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn But I know that her soul has gone to heaven And there she is ever free from pain To her brighter crown it is given And no more will she wear these darky's chains No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn |
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from Alex Chilton - Black List (2010)
Bergman-Keith-Spence
Let's take it nice and easy It's gonna be so easy For us to fall in love Hey baby what's your hurry Relax and don't you worry We're gonna fall in love We're on the road to romance - that's safe to say But let's make all the stops along the way The problem now of course is To simply hold your horses To rush would be a crime 'Cause nice and easy does it every time |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter/ Neon Rainbow (2004)
The city lights, the pretty lights
They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow Moving lines, flashing signs Blinking faster than the minds Leading people with suggestions Leaving no unanswered questions You can live without direction And it don't have to be perfection And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow But in the daytime, everything changes Nothing remains the same No one smiles anymore And no one will open his door until the night time comes And then the city lights, the pretty lights They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with the electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow A neon rainbow |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter/ Neon Rainbow (2004)
The city lights, the pretty lights
They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow Moving lines, flashing signs Blinking faster than the minds Leading people with suggestions Leaving no unanswered questions You can live without direction And it don't have to be perfection And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow But in the daytime, everything changes Nothing remains the same No one smiles anymore And no one will open his door until the night time comes And then the city lights, the pretty lights They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with the electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow A neon rainbow |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
The city lights, the pretty lights
They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow Moving lines, flashing signs Blinking faster than the minds Leading people with suggestions Leaving no unanswered questions You can live without direction And it don't have to be perfection And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow But in the daytime, everything changes Nothing remains the same No one smiles anymore And no one will open his door until the night time comes And then the city lights, the pretty lights They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with the electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow A neon rainbow |
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from Alex Chilton - High Priest (2010)
Rich
Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends Since you left me (since you left me) I'm as lonely as I can be Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night BROh, those lonely weekends BROh, those lonely weekends BRFADE: BROh, those lonely weekends |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
Talk about my baby
Little Latin Lupe Lu She's a hot footin' baby There ain't no dance she couldn't do She's my groovy little baby, hey-hey Little Latin Lupe Lu A-bop-a-bop-a, Lupe Lu Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, Lupe Wahtusi pretty baby, hey-hey C'mon and do the hoochie coo My true love, pretty baby, hey-hey Little Latin Lupe Lu If ya wanna do the twist Lupe Lu can put it down If ya Wah-Wahtusi She's the best for miles around She's my Mash Potato baby, hey-hey Little Latin Lupe Lu A-bop-a-bop-a, Lupe Lu A-shake it, shake it, shake it, Lupe Watusi pretty baby, hey-hey C'mon and do the hoochie coo My true love, pretty baby, hey-hey Little Latin Lupe Lu Ah, one more time A-shake-it, shake-it, shake-it, Lupe You Wahtusi pretty baby, hey-hey C'mon and do the hoochie coo My true love, pretty baby, hey-hey Little Latin Lupe Lu (Little Latin Lupe Lu) A-bop-a-bop-a, Lupe Lu (Little Latin Lupe Lu) A-shake it, shake it, shake it, Lupe (Little Latin Lupe Lu) Wahtusi pretty baby, hey-hey (Little Latin Lupe Lu) C'mon and do the hoochie coo (Little Latin Lupe Lu) My true love, pretty baby, hey-hey (Now we're done) Little Latin Lupe Lu (Little Latin Lupe Lu) A-bop-a-bop-a, Lupe Lu (Little Latin Lupe Lu) A-shake it, shake it, shake it, Lupe. |
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from Alex Chilton - Set (0000)
Neville
Your pretty brown eyes, your wavy hair I won't go home no more 'cause you're not there I'm telling you now like I told you before I'm so in love with you, don't leave me no more. Lipstick traces on a cigarette Every memory lingers with me yet I got it bad like I told you before I'm so in love with you, don't leave me no more. (Won't you come on home ?) won't you come on home ? (Won't you come back home ?) won't you come back home ? I'm crazy 'bout you, can't live without you Won't you come back home ? I'm telling you now like I told you before I'm so in love with you, don't leave me no more. (Won't you come on home ?) won't you come on home ? (Won't you come back home ?) won't you come back home ? I'm crazy 'bout you, can't live without you Won't you come back home ? Lipstick traces on a cigarette Every memory lingers with me yet I'm telling you now like I told you before I'm so in love with you so don't leave me no more. Don't leave me no more (leave me no more) Don't leave me no more (leave me no more) Don't leave me no more (leave me no more) Don't leave me no more (leave me no more) Don't leave me no more (leave me no more) (Leave me no more) .. |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Maybe I'll write you a letter
Maybe I'll give you a call Maybe I'll drop you a line When I'm feelin' better Maybe I won't after all Somewhere a river is flowing Rollin' on into the sea Somewhere a flower is growing That don't mean anything to me Let me go Let me go Let me go Don't give me the answer 'Cause I don't wanna know Just let my heart go on beating a little bit longer I'm so young I'm so young Don't pick me up If you think you see me falling I've been waiting so long to fall Don't come to me If you think you hear me calling It won't be me that called Let me go Let me go Let me go Don't give me the answer 'Cause I don't want to know Just let my heart go on beating a little bit longer I'm so young I'm so young I'm so young I'm so young |
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from The Box Tops - Tear Off! (0000)
I keep on dancin' (keep on)
Keep on doin' the jerk right now Shake it, shake it, baby Come on & show me how you work Yellin' in motion Keep on doin' the locomotion, yeah Don't worry, little babe Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yes! Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) I keep on dancin' (keep on) Keep on doin' the jerk Shake it, shake it, baby Come on & show me how you work Yellin' in motion Keep on doin' the locomotion, yeah Don't worry, little babe Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yes! Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) I keep on dancin' (keep on) Keep on doin' the jerk right now Shake it, shake it, baby Come on & show me how you work Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) Keep on dancin' & a-prancin' (ah) |
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