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from "Unplugged Collection, Volume One" (0000)
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard I realize maybe I was wrong to leave Better swallow up my silly country pride Going home, running home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train I'll be home before the milk's upon the door Going home, running home down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong Should I stray to the house on the hill Let it be known that my intentions were good I'd be singing in my alley if I could And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go Should the blood run cold in my veins Just one favor I'll be asking of you Don't bury me here, it's too cold Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, won't you carry me home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself If I gave you time to change my mind I'd find a way just to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe If I listened long enough to you I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket
And a head full of dreams He said - somehow someway it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her bags left a note for her mamma - She was just seventeen she kissed her little sister goodbye. There were tears in her eyes when They held each other tight as they drove on through the night They were so exited. |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
Spent some time feelin' inferior standing in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways but I came out looking just the same Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing don't lose your head to a woman that'll spend your bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away if you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot when all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused I moved on Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough of the things that keeps a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time when I was right out of luck Getting desperate indeed I was Looking like a tourist attraction Oh my dear I better get out of here 'for the Vatican don't give no sanction I wasn't ready for that, no no I moved right out east yeah! On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry sailing on my way back here I fell in love with a slit eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon Shangai Lil never used the pill She claimed that it just ain't natural She took me up on deck and bit my neck Oh people I was glad I found her Oh yeah I was glad I found her I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me I sincerely thought I was so complete Look how wrong you can be The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe They wouldn't give you the time of day But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet God I was glad I found her And if they had the words I could tell to you to help you on the way down the road I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats 'cause it's all been said before Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off You didn't have to come here anyway So remember, every picture tells a story don't it |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket
And a head full of dreams He said - somehow someway it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her bags left a note for her mamma - She was just seventeen she kissed her little sister goodbye. There were tears in her eyes when They held each other tight as they drove on through the night They were so exited. |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurt The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand But you turned into a lover and mother what a lover, you wore me out All you did was wreck my bed and in the morning kick me in the head Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face You made a first-class fool out of me But I'm as blind as a fool can be You stole my heart but I love you anyway Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face I'll get on back home one of these days, |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
When the rain came I thought you'd leave 'cause I knew how much you loved the sun But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm through the darkest nights I've ever known If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing then I know I love ya Oh the snow fell without a break Buffalo died in the frozen fields you know Through the coldest winter in almost fourteen years I couldn't believe you kept a smile Now I can rest assured knowing that we've seen the worst And I know I love ya Oh I never was good with romantic words so the next few lines come really hard Don't have much but what I've got is yours except of course my steel guitar Ha, 'cause I know you don't play but I'll teach you one day because I love ya I recall the night we knelt and prayed Noticing your face was thin and pale I found it hard to hide my tears I felt ashamed I felt I'd let you down No mandolin wind couldn't change a thing Couldn't change a thing no, no The coldest winter in almost fourteen years could never, never change your mind And I love ya Yes indeed and I love ya And I love ya Lordy I love ya |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself If I gave you time to change my mind I'd find a way just to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe If I listened long enough to you I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
Nighttime is only the other side of daytime but if you've ever waited for the sun you know what it's like to wish daytime would come And don't it seem like a long time seem like a long time, seem like a long, long time Hard times are only the other side of good times but if you ever wished hard times were gone you know what it's like to wish good times would come And don't it seem like a long time seem like a long time, seem like a long, long time Help me, seems like a long time seems like a long time, seems like a long, long time And don't it seem like a long time seem like a long time, seem like a long, long time And don't it seem like a long time seem like a long time, seem like a long, long time And don't it seems like a long time seems like a long time, seems like a long, long time You know it makes me sad seems like a long time, seems like a long time seems like a long, long time War time is only the other side of peace time but if you've ever seen how wars are won you know what it's like to wish peace time would come And don't it seem like a long time seem like a long time, seems like a long, long time |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
That's all right my mama, that's all right for you That's all right my mama any old way you do But that's all right, well that's all right Well that's all right my mama any way that you wanna do My mother she did tell me Papa did tell me too Son, that woman that you're foolin' with she ain't no good for you I'll be leaving here tomorrow leaving here for sure you ain't gotta be bothered with me hangin' 'round your door |
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from Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story (1971)
If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' only if she were lying by me would I rest in my bed once again I can't see my reflection in the mirror I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echoes of my footsteps and can't remember the sound of my own name Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' only if she were lying by me would I rest in my bed once again There's beauty in the silver singin' river There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky But none of these, and nothing else can steal the beauty that I remember in my true love's eyes Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' only if she were lying by me would I rest in my bed once again |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
Looking out on the morning rain
I used to feel so uninspired But when I knew I had to face another long, long day Girl I used to feel so tired Before the day I met you Life had been so unkind But you're the key to my peace of mind 'Cause you made me feel, you made me feel You made me feel like a natural man When my soul was in the lost and found You came along to claim it I didn't know, I didn't know just what was wrong with me 'Til your kiss helped me to name it Now I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for But if I make you happy I don't need to do more 'Cause you made me feel, you made me feel You made me feel like a natural man Oo baby, baby look what you have done to me Can't you see that you made me feel so good inside Don't you know that I just want to be Close to you, you made me feel so alive 'Cause you made me feel, you made me feel You made me feel like a natural man Baby I ain't doubtful of what I'm living for But if I make you happy I don't need to do more 'Cause you made me feel, you made me feel Well you made me feel like a natural man |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
Well if you ever want to come home to me
I'll still be here waiting If you ever change your mind about leaving, leaving me behind Baby bring it to me, bring your sweet loving bring it on home to me I know I laughed when you left but now I know that I only hurt myself Honey bring it to me, bring your sweet loving bring it on home to me Let me tell you all about it I'll give you tulips and money too That ain't all, that ain't all I'd do for you If you'll bring it to me, bring you're sweet loving bring it on home to me You know I'll always be your slave until I'm buried, buried in my grave Oh honey bring it to me, bring your sweet loving bring it on home to me I tried to treat you right but you stayed out, stayed out late at night but I forgive you Bring it to me, bring your sweet loving bring it on home to me Just remember this one thing darlin' that You, you, you send me, you know this one You, you know darlin' you send me And I know that you, you thrill me Honest you do, honest you do, honest you do And I wanna tell you one thing that And I know this one thing that you send me honest you do, honest you do honest you do, let me tell you When I get home you're always there for me and I know that you're gonna send me Honest you do, honest you do, honest you do I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Well you thrill me Darlin' you're always gonna send me |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
Sitting on my back door wondering which way to go
The sun's shining on my back and it hurts (child) The FM station plays another bad 45 And it's been so long since I had a good time It's been so long since I had a good time Never wrecked my head on a bandstand in the trombone or clarinet line When I come in heat on Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras When those for a cryin' just stay behind in the bar 'Cause it's been so long since I had a good time Yeah it's been so long since I had a good time I'm gonna lose control of my powers I might even lose my trousers Smash some glass, act like trash if I want Wear a skirt be a flirt if I want 'Cause it's been so long since I had a good time This prodigal man from Dixieland needs a good time right now, show me a good time right now You better take it while you can You gotta get it while you can And when the Man Upstairs he calls me He'll say "It's your turn son to come" Don't play the blues down in old Toulouse for me Let sleighbells ring and children sing in the street And tell all of my friends that I had a good time Open up the sky won't you ride me high Let's have a good time And if I'm late at heaven's gate blame a good time And when the angels sing I will join in Let's have a good time really I took my luck, I didn't give a fuck, I had a good time Tell all my friends only all my best to have a good time Goodbye |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
Fare thee well my brother
please don't stand in my way I'm going down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me and you ruled me and you played in every part I gotta go, it's no use me stayin' home Goodbye my sister please don't let me see you cry Gonna be a star some day no matter what they say And when you hear the crowds all callin' and shouting out my name until then, my little friend, I'll be unsatisfied So long sweet Melinda don't forget that you're my girl Gonna dress you fine and if you give me time make you proud like I said I would And if the Champs Elysee's no fallacy If I find the world looks like it should Candy cars, movie stars, street bars then I could stay a while Well I love you Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome and I'll miss you all even tho' you're tryin' to hold me back Farewell all my family don't you know I mean you so well Please appreciate I must make a break just to see what I can do The stage is set so understand I can't hide in the wings no more I've got to go now it's no use me staying home All I can say is I love you Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome And I think I'm always gonna miss you And I love you always I think I'm always gonna miss ya even tho' you're tryin' to hold me back And I love you and I miss you If you don't get no mail you know I'm in jail But I love you and I miss you |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
If you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to the one who lives there She was once a true love of mine And if you're goin' when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see for me she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howling wind Would you see for me that her hair's hanging long That it rolls and flows all down her breasts See for me that her hair's hanging long 'Cause that's the way I remember her best But I'm a-wondering if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if you're traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to the one who lives there 'Cause she was once, she was once a true love of mine And she'll always be a true love of mine And I never, never, never, never give her up |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
My mama 'n' papa told me son that you're just a fool
When I told 'em I was leaving home I was leaving school So then in a couple of hours I found myself Heading down that southbound road With everything I owned on my back I carried such a heavy load And it's a hard, hard road that I travel It's a hard, hard road that I travel It's a hard, hard road that I travel down the line And it's a hard, hard road down the line Well I want to tell ya friends That it's good to be a traveling man 'Cause I'm doing what I want to Living just the best that I can Nobody putting rings around my neck To put me in a pigeon hole I've got my dog and my radio To listen to some rock 'n' roll And it's a hard, hard road that I travel It's a hard, hard road that I travel It's a hard, hard road that I travel down the line And it's a hard, hard road down the line |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
I may not seem your ideal
when you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you out on the highway for awhile I'll show you where the man in me is when he doesn't hide He's cruisin' in the fast lane stuck behind the wheel Jekyll and Hyde going on inside when I'm your automobile And let me be your car for awhile child shift me into gear and I'll be there fill me up with five star gasoline I'll be your car I'll take you anywhere Don't you know I can't dance I don't dig it, I can't see it at all You say I'm just a specimen and baby I can crawl My physique just don't look the way the physiques really should But then again I've got an engine underneath my hood When I'm cutting up the road with a sports car on my tail Frankenstein's inside my mind and the wind's inside my sails |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
In a couple of hours I'll be drivin' home to the one I love
So save your breath sweet painted lady it won't be me Over the mountain and under the sea They'll never be another one like mine for me It was only an hour or so ago that I sang my song Persuaded painted ladies that I could say I'd been free Over the mountain and under the sea They'll never be another one like mine for me Mine is always, mine is grand Don't you know that the woman that love me she understands And can't you see that it's mine for me And in a couple of hours I'll be driving home to the one I love So save your breath sweet painted lady it won't be me Over the mountain and under the sea They'll never be another one like mine for me You're for me Mine is always, mine is grand Don't you know that the woman that love me she understands And can't you see that it's mine for me They'll never be another one like mine for me They'll never be another one like mine for me They'll never be another one like you for me |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
You ain't gonna get me honey no way
Tearing down the highway in the pouring rain escaping from my wedding day I heard the bells ringing in the local church the ceremony's nearly under way Telegrams came and the cheap champagne was driving everybody out of their brains But I convinced my best friends I lost my nerve and I pleaded I was being framed "Sailor show me which way to go" I screamed out loud "Sailor show me which way to go" Such a deadly silence due to my defiance the wedding ground to a halt Said I changed my mind ain't no use in your trying so her brother punched me in the throat her mother got hysterical the bitch was cynical father's in the corner drunk Picking myself off the floor I ran to the door damned if I was skippin' on my way "Sailor show me which way to go" You should have heard the noise Said "Sailor show me which way to go" So keep clean girlie find a man that's truly gonna love you from dusk till dawn Keep your front door key don't give him up for me 'cause tomorrow I may be gone You see, your wouldbe keepers ( ) all night creepin' nobody gonna change in there Who thinks a marriage life should be like a dog's life so let's renew it when the year runs out Sailor show me which way to go Sailor show me which way to go She had a belly full of lust but she had no bust |
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from Rod Stewart - Smiler (1974)
Nineteen years old and as sweet as she could be
All dressed up like a downtown Christmas tree Dancin' and hummin' a rock 'n' roll melody She's the daughter of a well respected man who taught her how to jerk and understand then she became a rock 'n' roll music fan Sweet little rock 'n' roller, sweet little rock 'n' roller Her daddy doesn't have to scold her Her partner can't hardly hold her Because she never gets any older Sweet little rock 'n' roller Shoulda seen her eyes when the band began to play and the famous singer sang and bowed away When the stars were gone she screamed and yelled hurray Ten thousand eyes were watchin' them leave the floor Five thousand tongues are screaming out "More" and "More" About fifteen hundred waiting outside the door Sweet little rock 'n' roller, sweet little rock 'n' roller Her daddy doesn't have to scold her Her partner can't hardly hold her Because she never gets any older Sweet little rock 'n' roller |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Yeah, I said yeah
I remember the first time That I ever seen her face I was standing by the drug store Trying to save the human race Took a raincheck on a blind date To get her prescription filled We had a short talk and a long walk Through the lazy cottonfield It was hot She was cool and sultry We made love I was broke and lonely She's wonderful, so beautiful So delectable, she's mine She's desirable, so lovable And it's criminal, almost illegal Well we woke up in a barnyard When I heard a farmer shout Get away, boy, from my daughter When a shotgun rang out We took off She was right behind me Ran like the wind What a crazy lady She's fabulous, so sensuous She's marvelous, she's mine I'm delirious, it's serious Kinda dangerous, almost illegal Bring it down now We had a one child by the Springtime and another on the way I got a new life and a good wife Ain't that amazing grace It was hot She was cool and sultry We made love I was broke and lonely She's wonderful, she's beautiful She's desirable, she's mine I'm delirious, she's serious It's kinda dangerous, almost illegal Wonderful, so beautiful She's not a radical, but she's mine She's fabulous, so sensuous And it's marvelous, almost illegal Beautiful and she's wonderful So desirable, almost illegal |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
I walk the streets at night
until the morning light comes shining through Can't get a good night's sleep Ain't been to work in weeks What am I gonna do Help me Can't get her off my mind I'm drinking too much wine I'm burning up inside If I could touch her face or take her out some place I'd be satisfied Hey, I'm a loaded gun I'm crazy about her, crazy about her Hey, I'm a lovesick son I'm crazy about her I see her jogging in Central Park with one of them Walkman's on her head. She was hot, young, beautiful and I said to myself She's destined to be mine I see her every day in rush hour or subway, in a grocery store She don't notice me, I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor If she belonged to me I'd give her everything I'd never cheat or lie I'd treat her with respect, not just a sex object I ain't that kind of guy Hey, I'm a loaded gun I'm crazy about her, crazy about her Hey, I'm a lovesick son I'm crazy about her I was standing outside the Met one day when she drove by in a black Corvette I said Hey baby I could've died, she looked straight through me But I know she's destined to be mine Spoken: Every night I stand around her door and wait for her to come by She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside and the limousines and the Rolls Royces coming and going My friends all say she's way outta my class but I know if she'd just get know me I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got Yeah! Ain't gonna bide my time ain't gonna stand in line Somebody gonna get burned But, oh the problem is I think my loves at risk She's the boss's girl Oh no |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Oh, look out baby!
I got a stupid little job It's driving me insane With those keyhole people All they do is complain About the tattoo on my arm The ring in my ear But I don't even care, no no I just live through the week And when I see them boys You know their two-tone suits They're all unimportants If you need a set of hubcaps Or a car painted Girl, why don't you follow me It's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Play some sweet guitar, yeah Well we meet on the corner And we talk all night About our wealth situation at a rock'n' Roll dive We don't reach no conclusion So the conversation turns to wise girls And more pearls I got a beat up old Mustang And I painted it black There's five in the front seat And the rest in the back Cruise up and down Sunset And watch all the jailbait roll by Yeah it's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah yeah, it's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, it's all right All right, all right, all right all right Are you ready baby, Bring it on down now Watch it, Well, well, well Listen, one of these days And it won't be long Gonna hear that radio playing my song I'll be the darling of masses No great pretender, not me, yeah yeah Cause I can play this guitar hangin' round my neck I'm in love with its power I believe in its strength I got a head full of ideas It's driving me insane But until then It's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights all right, all right, one time It's dynamite, oh yes it's dynamite It's just dynamite on friday night It's dynamite, it's on friday night Oh friday night It's all right, all right, wired It's dynamite on friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right all together ... |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam.
And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home. And my you grow to be proud, dignified and true. And do unto others as you'd have done to you. Be courageous and be brave. And in my heart you'll always stay Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) May good fortune be with you, may your guiding light be strong, Build a stairway to heaven with a prince or a vagabond. And may you never love in vain. And in my heart you will remain Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. Forever young And when you fin'lly fly away, I'll be hoping that I served you well. For all the wisdom of a lifetime, no one can ever tell. But whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose, Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. Forever young For forever young |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Should've known better With a girl like you You satisfied my every need What a little heartbreaker You turned out to be Prettiest face I've ever seen Oh dance little sister, you turn me on You make my blood run hot Killer legs in that short black dress Baby you was born to rock I don't mind you fooling me around Just don't let me out of your jail I don't mind you messing me up I tell all my friends It's a lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love, watch out Lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love Should 've know better With a girl like you You're totally misunderstood I hear them talking In this one horse town You scandalize the neighborhood My family was shocked by your antic views The color of your lips and hair Even my brother who's a God fearin' man Poor boy had to sit and stare I don't mind you fooling me around Just don't let me out of your jail I don't mind you messing me up I tell all my friends It's a lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love Yeah yeah yeah Lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love I hear the clicking of your heels on the stairs You don't talk and I don't ask What a little difference Some eyeliner makes Tomorrow you'll be back in class Although my blueprint for happiness Depends on you I'll cook and clean and be your slave I'll tie you up but I won't tie you down Baby, I might even shave I don't mind you fooling around Just don't let me out of your jail I don't mind you messing me up I tell all my friends It's a lethal dose of love Lethal dose of love (Repeat and fade |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Hey baby
You've been on my mind tonight I felt lonely I just had to sit down and write I spent all yesterday Trying to figure out what i'm gonna say One letter from the heart Is so hard to start, baby How's your momma how's the weather How's that son of mine, yeah Hey baby Been a long time since we made love I'm stone cold, the bed's hard, and the work is tough I'm never gonna leave you again This job ain't worth the pain No money in the world Ain't worth being away from you Ooh baby I don't sleep Without you by my side, listen (Chorus) I'm in love with you woman It's a common known natural fact And i've found what i'm looking for And so much more than that I'm lost in you I'm lost in you I'm lost in you I'm lost in you Hey baby You don't know what you've done for me I'm so happy as any man can deserve to be I was living in a world of sin God knows what a mess I was in So glad you found me I ain't getting any younger Hey baby, I just hope It ain't all a dream (Chorus) I miss you, baby (I miss you, too) I miss your laughing eyes I miss our baby crying I wanna lay you out And kiss you all over I'm coming home Be ready cause when I do I'm gonna make love to you Like fifteen men I'm lost in you And I love it I'm lost in you And I love it I'm lost in, I'm lost in I'm lost in you And I just love it (repeat and fade |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
I don't want you
to come round here no more I beg you for mercy You don't know how strong my weakness is Or how much it hurts me Cause when you said it over with him I want to believe it's true So I let you in knowing tomorrow I'm gonna wake up missing you wake up missing you When the one you love's in love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I mean it's a living hell No matter how I try to convince myself this time I won't lose control One look in your blue eyes And suddenly my heart can't tell you no I don't want you To call me up no more Saying you need me You're crazy if you think just half your love could ever please me Still I want to hold you, touch you when you look at me that way There's only one solution I know You gotta stay away from me Stay away from me When the one you love's in love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I mean it's a living hell No matter how I try to convince myself this time I won't lose control One look in your sad eyes And suddenly my heart can't tell you no My Heart can't tell you no I don't want you to come round here no more I beg you for mercy You don't know how strong my weakness is Or how much it hurts me Cause when you say its over with him I want to believe it's true So I let you in knowing tomorrow I'm gonna wake up missing you Wake up missing you When the one you love's in love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I mean it's a living hell, a living hell When the one you love's in love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I mean it's a living hell, a living hell |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Once I lived the life
of a millionaire Spending my money Oh I didn't care Taking my friends out For a mighty good time Oh we'd drink that good gin Champagne and wine But oh just as soon As my money got low I couldn't find nobody And I had no place to go And if I ever get my hands On a dollar again I'm gonna hold on Till the eagle wins Cause I found out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Lord have mercy Yeah, yeah, now listen Now in your pocket There's not one penny And all of them good friends You found out you haven't got any Nobody come around But the landlord and the taxman Your ex-wife who says She wants more alimony Then there's a knock on the door And it's a woman you don't know Says she's having your baby She'll walk on in But oh just as soon as the money roll in Here they all come sayings That they're you're long lost friends But if I ever get my hands On a dollar again I believe, I believe I'll hold on Till the eagle wins Cause I found out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody wants you When you're down and out Nobody, nobody, nobody |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Born and raised
In a motel in New Orleans I ran away with a hobo and his gypsy friends We rode a freight train up to Cleveland Across the Utah plains Proud men, troubadours torn and frayed Sleeping under the stars While gently strumming guitars Played the songs of Woddy Guthrie And the open road I knew right then I could never go home Cause the wild horse runs free forever Oh yeah, a wild horse runs free forever And ever and ever I met a girl From a family of position and wealth What a hand this rambler had been finally dealt A beauty six years and ten I felt the walls closing in Like a swollen river Bout to overflow Like a losing gambler I kept on rolling And a wild horse runs free forever Yeah yeah yeah A wild horse runs free forever The wild horse runs free forever Yeah yeah yeah A wild horse runs free forever Play the guitar So understand I must go But I'll drink you one last toast Oh here's to the heart and the hands of a man That come with the dust and are gone with the wind May the wild horse run free forever yeah the wild horse runs free forever The wild horse runs free forever Yeah the wild horse run free forever Wild guitar, baby, come on, wild I know, I know, I know, I know Play it for me, come on. Yeah, hit it. Yeah yeah. Let me hear it, yeah. The wild horse run free |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
Oh she may be weary
Young girls they do got weary Wearing that same old shabby dress Yeah yeah yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness Oh yeah, that's all you gotta do You know she's there waiting Just anticipating Things that she'll never, never possess No no no But while she's there waiting Try a little tenderness It's not just sentimental, no no no no She has her grief and cares But the soft words That are spoke so gently, yeah It makes it easier, easier to bear You won't regret it Young girls they don't forget it Love is their only happiness Yeah yeah yeah Its so so easy Try a little tenderness You know what I mean But the soft words They are spoken so gently, yeah, yeah It makes it easier, easier to bear She may be weary young girls they do got weary Wearing that same old shabby dress Yeah yeah yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness Yeah, a little tenderness That's all you've gotta do Listen to me Try, try, try, try One time for the last time A little bit of tenderness tenderness, tenderness Ooh, need you, I love you I want you tonight, love me, baby A little bit of tenderness |
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from Rod Stewart - Out Of Order (1988)
I remember just like it was yesterday
A summer's night, a small cafe We laughed so much, we almost cried Then I heard you say I think I'm falling in love with you I said Yeah, I'm the same way too I let you in You danced inside this old heart of mine I've realized baby You and I could never be But I just wanna thank you for the memories When I was your man When I was your man When I was your man Everything in my world seemed good and right I remember each and every day with you And every way I made love to you The way you made each day special God I miss you so You made me dance, you made me sing You showed me what happiness loving could bring The way we spent last summer together Seems so far away Excuse me baby If I sound a little blue The best times ever had I spent with you When I was your man When I was your man When I was your man Everything in my world seemed good and right I'm trying hard to carry on But the thought of you still lingers on The robe you wore still hangs behind my bedroom door Your dress rehearsals And schoolgirl pranks Your saxophone lessions, your cowboy hats The way we planned our lives together seems so far away When I was your man When I was your man When I was your man Everything in this world seemed good and right When I was your man When I was your man When I was your man Everything in this world seemed good and right |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket
And a head full of dreams He said - somehow someway it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her bags left a note for her mamma - She was just seventeen she kissed her little sister goodbye. There were tears in her eyes when They held each other tight as they drove on through the night They were so exited. |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Angel came down from heaven yesterday
Stayed with me long enough to rescue me And she told me a story yesterday About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea Then she spread her wings high over me She said she?s goin' now, come back tomorrow |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Baby Jane don't leave me
hanging on the line I knew you when you had no one to talk to Now you're moving in high society don't forget I know secrets about you I used to think you were on my side but now I'm no longer sure I wish I knew what I know now before When I give my heart again I know it's gonna last forever No one tell me where or when I know it's gonna last forever Baby Jane don't it make you feel sad just when I thought that we were winning You and I were so close in every way don't time fly when you're loving and laughing I've said goodbye so many times the situation ain't all that new Optimism's my best defense I'll get through without you When I give my heart again I know it's gonna last forever No one tell me where or when I know it's gonna last forever I won't be that dumb again I know it's gotta last forever When I fall in love again I know it's gonna last forever Baby Jane I've said all I want to say go your own way don't think twice about me Cause I've got ideas and plans of my own so long darlin I'll miss you believe me The lesson learned was so hard to swallow but I know that I'll survive I'm gonna take a good look at myself and cry When I give my heart again I know it's gonna last forever No one tell me where or when I know it's gonna last forever When I fall in love next time I know it's gonna last forever I won't be that dumb again I know it'll last forever |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children always fighting for fair share And the six-o-nine goes roarin' down the creek As Parson Lee prepares his service for next week I saw grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really lookin' fine for eighty-four And she asked me if some time I'd fix the barn Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm: And it's good old country comforts in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones Country comforts and the road that's going home Down at the mill they've got a new machine Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen "Oh, but that ain't natural" old man Grayson says 'cause he's a horse-drawn man until his dying days ( |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I walk the streets at night
until the morning light comes shining through Can't get a good night's sleep Ain't been to work in weeks What am I gonna do Help me Can't get her off my mind I'm drinking too much wine I'm burning up inside If I could touch her face or take her out some place I'd be satisfied Hey, I'm a loaded gun I'm crazy about her, crazy about her Hey, I'm a lovesick son I'm crazy about her I see her jogging in Central Park with one of them Walkman's on her head. She was hot, young, beautiful and I said to myself She's destined to be mine I see her every day in rush hour or subway, in a grocery store She don't notice me, I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor If she belonged to me I'd give her everything I'd never cheat or lie I'd treat her with respect, not just a sex object I ain't that kind of guy Hey, I'm a loaded gun I'm crazy about her, crazy about her Hey, I'm a lovesick son I'm crazy about her I was standing outside the Met one day when she drove by in a black Corvette I said Hey baby I could've died, she looked straight through me But I know she's destined to be mine Spoken: Every night I stand around her door and wait for her to come by She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside and the limousines and the Rolls Royces coming and going My friends all say she's way outta my class but I know if she'd just get know me I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got Yeah! Ain't gonna bide my time ain't gonna stand in line Somebody gonna get burned But, oh the problem is I think my loves at risk She's the boss's girl Oh no |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Now a country boy named Shorty
and a city boy named Dan had to prove who could run the fastest to wed Miss Lucy's hand Now Dan had all the money and he also had the looks But Shorty musta had that something boys that can't be found in books: "Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across" That's what Miss Lucy said "Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across You know it's you that I wanna wed" Wait a minute Now Dan had been in training about a week before the race He made up his mind old Shorty would end in second place You know Dan with his long legs flying he left Shorty far behind Shorty heard him holler out Miss Lucy that you'll soon be mine But Shorty wasn't worried There was a smile upon his face 'Cause old Lucy had fixed the race And just like that old story about the turtle and the hare, you know that thing when Danny crossed over the finish line he found Shorty waiting there It's you that I wanna wed, no no And oh Lord it's you I wanna wed It's you that I wanna wed |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Sugar sugar um~
woo~~ She sits along waiting for suggestions He's so nervous avoiding All the questions his lips are dry Her heart's gently pounding Don't you just know exactly What they're thinking if you want my body And you think I'm sexy come on sugar Let me know if you really need me Just reach out and touch me Come on honey tell me so tell me so me~ He's acting shy looking for an answer Come on honey let's spend the night Together now hold on a minute before We go much further give me a dime So I can phone my mother They catch a cab to his highrise apartment At last he can tell her exactly What his heart is if you want my body And you think I'm sexy come on honey Let me so if you really need me Just reach out and touch me Come on sugar let me know ah~~ His heart's beating louder Because at last he's got this girl At home relax babe Now we're all alone~ wow~ They wait till dawn cause all the birds Are singing two total strangers But that ain't what they're thinking Outside it's cold misty and it's raining They got each other we know What's going playing he says I'm sorry but I'm out of milk and coffee Never mind sugar we can a watch The early movie if you want my body And you think I'm sexy come on sugar Let me know if you really need me Just reach out and touch me Come on honey tell me so woo~~~~~ Sugar you really need me Just reach out and touch me Come on sugar let me know~~ You really really really really need me Just let me know just reach out And touch me um if you really want me Just reach out and touch me Come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out And touch me come on sugar Let me know if you if you If you really need me just come on honey Tell me so~~ um~~~~ Just reach out and tell me know woo~ |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Outside another yellow moon
has punched a hole in the night time mist I climb through the window and down to the street I'm shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full full of all them Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that'll ever capture your heart They're just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same On a downtown train I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light of the four way and watch them as they fall, oh baby They all having their heart attacks They stay at the carnival But they'll never win you back Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train On a downtown train All my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Oh, look out baby!
I got a stupid little job It's driving me insane With those keyhole people All they do is complain About the tattoo on my arm The ring in my ear But I don't even care, no no I just live through the week And when I see them boys You know their two-tone suits They're all unimportants If you need a set of hubcaps Or a car painted Girl, why don't you follow me It's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Play some sweet guitar, yeah Well we meet on the corner And we talk all night About our wealth situation at a rock'n' Roll dive We don't reach no conclusion So the conversation turns to wise girls And more pearls I got a beat up old Mustang And I painted it black There's five in the front seat And the rest in the back Cruise up and down Sunset And watch all the jailbait roll by Yeah it's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah yeah, it's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, it's all right All right, all right, all right all right Are you ready baby, Bring it on down now Watch it, Well, well, well Listen, one of these days And it won't be long Gonna hear that radio playing my song I'll be the darling of masses No great pretender, not me, yeah yeah Cause I can play this guitar hangin' round my neck I'm in love with its power I believe in its strength I got a head full of ideas It's driving me insane But until then It's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights all right, all right, one time It's dynamite, oh yes it's dynamite It's just dynamite on friday night It's dynamite, it's on friday night Oh friday night It's all right, all right, wired It's dynamite on friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right all together ... |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Through these misty eyes
I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon Where's my family And my country Heaven knows where I belong Pack my bags tonight Here's one Jacobite Who must leave or surely die Put me on a train In the pouring rain Say farewell but don't say goodbye Chorus: Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost and alone in the dark I'm going home One more glass of wine Just for auld lang syne And the girl I left behind How I miss her now In my darkest hour And the way our arms entwine Chorus And we'll drink a toast To the blood red rose Cheer a while the Emerald Isle And to the northern lights And the swirling pipes How they make a grown man cry Chorus |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Spent some time feelin' inferior
standing in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways but I came out looking just the same Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing don't los |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam.
And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home. And my you grow to be proud, dignified and true. And do unto others as you'd have done to you. Be courageous and be brave. And in my heart you'll always stay Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) May good fortune be with you, may your guiding light be strong, Build a stairway to heaven with a prince or a vagabond. And may you never love in vain. And in my heart you will remain Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. Forever young And when you fin'lly fly away, I'll be hoping that I served you well. For all the wisdom of a lifetime, no one can ever tell. But whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose, Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. Forever young For forever young |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard I realize maybe I was wrong to leave Better swallow up my silly country pride Going home, running home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train I'll be home before the milk's upon the door Going home, running home down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong Should I stray to the house on the hill Let it be known that my intentions were good I'd be singing in my alley if I could And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go Should the blood run cold in my veins Just one favor I'll be asking of you Don't bury me here, it's too cold Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, won't you carry me home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it wouldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Jojo. Go home Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged. Get back Jo. Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman But she was another man All the girls around her say she's got it coming But she gets it while she can Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta. Go home Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta Your mother's waiting for you Wearing her high-heel shoes And her low-neck sweater Get on home Loretta Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. "Thanks, Mo! ...on behalf of the group I hope we passed the audition." |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old trying to make herself a bride So what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy Baby Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile You are still a young girl and you bought everything in style Listen But once you think you're in you're out 'cause you don't mean a single thing without the handbags and the gladrags that your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And take a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake them all in a pie They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy They told me you missed school today So I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy ya |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Who's that knocking on my door
It's gotta be a quarter to four Is it you again coming 'round for more Well you can love me tonight if you want But in the morning make sure you're gone I'm talkin' to you Hot legs, wearing me out Hot legs, you can scream and shout Hot legs, are you still in school I love you honey Gotta most persuasive tongue You promise all kinds of fun But what you don't understand I'm a working man Gonna need a shot of vitamin E By the time you're finished with me I'm talking to you Hot legs, you're an alley cat Hot legs, you scratch my back Hot legs, bring your mother too I love you honey Imagine how my daddy felt in your jet black suspender belt Seventeen years old He's touching sixty four You got legs right up to your neck You're making me a physical wreck I'm talking to you Hot legs, in your satin shoes Hot legs, are you still in school Hot legs, you're making me a fool I love you honey Hot legs, making your mark Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself I love you honey Hot legs, you're wearing me out Hot legs, you can scream and shout Hot legs, you're still in school I love you honey |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Ain't superstitious, black cat crossed my trail. I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail. Bad luck ain't got me so far, and I won't let it stop me now. The dogs begin to bark, all over my neighborhood. And that ain't all. Dogs begin to bark, all over my neighborhood. Mmm-mmm This is a mean old world to live in, And I can't face it all by myself, at all. And, dogs begin to bark, all over my neighborhood. The dogs begin to bark, all over my neighborhood. I got a feelin' about the future, and it ain't too good, I know that. I know, I know, I know. Ain't superstitious, but black cat crossed my trail, (I said it so many times before) Ain't superstitious, a black cat crossed my trail. Bad luck ain't got me so far, and you know I ain't gonna let it stop me now. Come on |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart; blue for the tears, black for the night's fears. The star in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? my heart, ohh my heart, this old heart. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer, if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? My heart, ohh my heart. |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart; blue for the tears, black for the night's fears. The star in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? my heart, ohh my heart, this old heart. I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer, if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, ohh my heart? My heart, ohh my heart. |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Ever since I was a kid at school
I messed around with all the rules Apologised then realised I'm not different after all Me and the boys thought we had it sussed Valentinos all of us My dad said we looked ridiculous But boy we broke some hearts In and out of jobs, running free Waging war with society Dumb blank faces stare back at me But nothing ever changed Promises made in the heat of the night Creeping home before it got too light I wasted all that precious time and blamed it on the wine Chorus: I was only joking my dear Looking for a way to hide my fear What kind of fool was I I could never win Never found a compromise Collected lovers like butterflies Illusions of that grand first prize are slowly wearing thin Susy baby you were good to me Giving love unselfishly But you took it all too seriously I guess it had to end (Chorus) Now you ask me if I'm sincere That's the question that I always fear Verse seven is never clear But I'll tell you what you want to hear I try to give you all you want But giving love is not my strongest point If that's the case it's pointless going on I'd rather be alone 'Cause what I'm doing must be wrong Pouring my heart out in a song Owning up for prosperity For the whole damn world to see Quietly now while I turn a page Act one is over without costume change The principal would like to leave the stage The crowd don't understand |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Something told me it was over
when I saw you and him talking Something deep down in my soul said "Cry boy" when I saw you and him out walking I would rather, I would rather go blind girl than to see you walk away from me child So you see I love you so much I dont want to see you leave me baby most of all I just dont, I just don't want to be free I was just, I was just sitting here thinking of your kiss and your warm embrace child When the reflection in the glass that I been held to my lips now baby revealed the tears I had on my face I would rather, I would rather be blind child than to see you walk away from me Baby, baby, baby I would rather go blind than to see you walk away from me |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Early in the morning I can't sleep
I can't work and I can't eat I've been drunk all day, can't concentrate Maybe I'm making a big mistake Caught me down like a killer shark It's like a railroad running right through my heart Jekyll and Hyde the way I behave Feel like I'm running on an empty gauge Oh no not again It hurts so good I don't understand Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Heart beats silly like a big bass drum Losing all equilibrium It's so hard in the middle of the week Maybe this woman's just all I need Oh no not again It hurts so good I don't understand Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation 'Fatuate me baby Spirits soar when I'm by her side She put a little love in this heart of mine Maybe I'm lucky, maybe I'm freed Maybe this woman's just all I need Oh no not again It hurts so good I don't understand Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Infatuation Rev it up |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Baby used to stay out all night long
She made me cry You know she done me wrong She held my eyes open and that's no lie Tables turned and now it's her turn to cry But then I used to love her but it's all over now Yes it is But then I used to love her but it's all over now Listen She used to run around with every single man in town Spent all my money playing her fast game She put me out, it was a pity how I cried But the tables turned and now it's her turn to cry Because I used to love her but it's all over now Ain't no lie because I used to love her but it's all over now Listen Well I used to wake the morning get my breakfast in bed When I got worried she'd ease my aching head But now she's here and there with every single man in town But the tables turned and now it's her turn to cry Because I used to love her but it's all over now Yes it is Because I used to love her but it's all over now Listen to this one Because I used to love her but it's all over now But then I used to love her but it's all now wait a minute But then I used to love her but you know but you know it's all over now But then I used to love her but you know it's all over now |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I may not seem your ideal
when you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you out on the highway for awhile I'll show you where the man in me is when he doesn't hide He's cruisin' in the fast lane stuck behind the wheel Jekyll and Hyde going on inside when I'm your automobile And let me be your car for awhile child shift me into gear and I'll be there fill me up with five star gasoline I'll be your car I'll take you anywhere Don't you know I can't dance I don't dig it, I can't see it at all You say I'm just a specimen and baby I can crawl My physique just don't look the way the physiques really should But then again I've got an engine underneath my hood When I'm cutting up the road with a sports car on my tail Frankenstein's inside my mind and the wind's inside my sails |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
(Michael D'Abo)
[produced by Michael D'Abo, A side of Immediate 060, 1968] There has to be a reason Why everyone speaks bad of my baby I think I know that reason And it is oh so sad They say she walks the streets But that's not strictly true She's got a lot to eat And she's not as rich as you She's just a little miss understood That's all Everyone needs somebody To get them through that time You may not love that someone As much as I love mine But if she walks the streets Does that condemn her soul Or is heaven so complete it rejects a heart of gold She's just a little miss understood a little miss understood A little miss understood That's all And if she walks the streets Does that condemn her soul Or is heaven so complete it rejects a heart of gold She's just a little miss understood a little miss understood She's just a little miss understood That's all And if she walks the streets Does that condemn her soul Or is heaven so complete [fade] |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Hey baby
You've been on my mind tonight I felt lonely I just had to sit down and write I spent all yesterday Trying to figure out what i'm gonna say One letter from the heart Is so hard to start, baby How's your momma how's the weather How's that son of mine, yeah Hey baby Been a long time since we made love I'm stone cold, the bed's hard, and the work is tough I'm never gonna leave you again This job ain't worth the pain No money in the world Ain't worth being away from you Ooh baby I don't sleep Without you by my side, listen (Chorus) I'm in love with you woman It's a common known natural fact And i've found what i'm looking for And so much more than that I'm lost in you I'm lost in you I'm lost in you I'm lost in you Hey baby You don't know what you've done for me I'm so happy as any man can deserve to be I was living in a world of sin God knows what a mess I was in So glad you found me I ain't getting any younger Hey baby, I just hope It ain't all a dream (Chorus) I miss you, baby (I miss you, too) I miss your laughing eyes I miss our baby crying I wanna lay you out And kiss you all over I'm coming home Be ready cause when I do I'm gonna make love to you Like fifteen men I'm lost in you And I love it I'm lost in you And I love it I'm lost in, I'm lost in I'm lost in you And I just love it (repeat and fade |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Oh, baby, I don't know why But somehow I always seem to Get tangled up in my pride But oh, baby, were not that blind Deep down inside you know This loves worth one more try Don't push it all aside Cos I wanna be good for you I didn't mean to be bad But darlin Im still the best That you ever had Just give me a chance To let me show you how much I wanna give you my love touch Love touch Why can't I climb your walls And find somewhere to hide Cant I knock down your door And drag myself inside Ill light your candles baby And maybe I'll light your life I wanna feel the breathless end You come to every night This ever changing love Is pushing me too far I feel the need to reach you Right now wherever you are These empty arms are getting stronger Every day Believe me baby They wont let you get away No, they wont let you get away Cos I wanna be good for you I didn't mean to be bad But darlin Im still the best That you ever had Just give me a chance To let me show you how much I wanna give you my love touch Love touch You know it don't matter Whos right whos wrong Think were gonna find out If the love is strong Just give me a chance To win back your trust I wanna give you my love touch Love touch (oh you're gonna get a, oh you're gonna Get a big love touch) |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurt The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand But you turned into a lover and mother what a lover, you wore me out All you did was wreck my bed and in the morning kick me in the head Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face You made a first-class fool out of me But I'm as blind as a fool can be You stole my heart but I love you anyway Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face I'll get on back home one of these days, |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
When the rain came I thought you'd leave
'cause I knew how much you loved the sun But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm through the darkest nights I've ever known If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing then I know I love ya Oh the snow fell without a break Buffalo died in the frozen fields you know Through the coldest winter in almost fourteen years I couldn't believe you kept a smile Now I can rest assured knowing that we've seen the worst And I know I love ya Oh I never was good with romantic words so the next few lines come really hard Don't have much but what I've got is yours except of course my steel guitar Ha, 'cause I know you don't play but I'll teach you one day because I love ya I recall the night we knelt and prayed Noticing your face was thin and pale I found it hard to hide my tears I felt ashamed I felt I'd let you down No mandolin wind couldn't change a thing Couldn't change a thing no, no The coldest winter in almost fourteen years could never, never change your mind And I love ya Yes indeed and I love ya And I love ya Lordy I love ya |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
(Pete Townshend)
[TOMMY (1914-1984), Various Artists, 1972] Ever since I was a young boy, I played the silver ball; From Soho down to Brighton I must have played 'em all. But I ain't seen nothin' like him In any amusement hall That deaf, dumb an' blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball. He stands like a statue, Becomes part of the machine. Feelin' all the bumpers Always playin' clean. Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall. That deaf, dumb an' blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball! |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Somebody somewhere
In the heat of the night Looking pretty dangerous Running out of patience. Tonight in the city You won't find any pity Hearts are being twisted Another lover cheated, cheated. In the bars and the cafes Passion in the streets and the alleys Passion a lot of pretending Passion everybody searching passion. Once in love you're never out of danger One hot night spent with a stranger All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah. Passion passion passion passion New York, Moscow, passion Hong Kong, Tokyo, passion Paris and Bangkok, passion. A lotta people ain't got, passion. Hear it on the radio, passion, Read it in the paper, passion, Hear it in the churches, passion, See it in the school yards, Passion. Once in love you're never out of danger One hot night spent with a stranger All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah. Passion passion passion passion Once in love you're never out of danger One hot night spent with a stranger All you wanted was somebody to hold on to, yeah Once in love you're never out of danger One hot night spent with a stranger All you wanted was somebody to hold on to, yeah Alone in your bed at night, passion, It's half past midnight, passion As you turn out your sidelight, passion, Something ain't right, passion. There's no passion, there's no passion There's no passion, I need passion You need passion, We need passion Can't live without passion Won't live without passion Even the president needs passion Everybody I know needs some passion Some people die and kill for passion Nobody admits they need passion Some people are scared of passion Yeah passion |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
People get ready
There's a train a-coming You don't need no baggage You just get on board All you need is faith To hear the diesels humming Don't need no ticket You just thank the Lord People get ready For the train to Jordan Picking up passengers From coast to coast Faith is the key Open the doors and board them There's room for all among the loved the most There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner Who would hurt all mankind just To save his own Have pity on those whose chances are thinner Cause there's no hiding place From the Kingdom's Throne So people get ready for the train a-comin' You don't need no baggage you just get on board ! All you need is faith to hear the diesels humming Don't need no ticket you just thank, you just thank the Lord Yeah Ooh Yeah Ooh I'm getting ready I'm getting ready this time I'm ready this time I'm ready |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
(Pete Townshend)
[TOMMY (1914-1984), Various Artists, 1972] Ever since I was a young boy, I played the silver ball; From Soho down to Brighton I must have played 'em all. But I ain't seen nothin' like him In any amusement hall That deaf, dumb an' blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball. He stands like a statue, Becomes part of the machine. Feelin' all the bumpers Always playin' clean. Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall. That deaf, dumb an' blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball! |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself If I gave you time to change my mind I'd find a way just to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe If I listened long enough to you I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never think about myself |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I am sailing
I am sailing home again 'cross the sea I am sailing stormy waters to be near you to be free I am flying I am flying like a bird 'cross the sky I am flying passing high clouds to be near you to be free Can you hear me can you heat me through the dark night far away I am dying forever crying to be with you who can say Can you hear me can you hear me through the dark night far away I am dying foever crying to be with you who can say We are sailing we are sailing home again 'cross the sea We are sailing stormy waters to be near you to be free Oh Lord to be near you to be free Oh Lord to be near you to be free Oh Lord to be near you to be free Oh Lord |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Some guys have all the luck
Some guys have all the rain Some guys get all the breaks Some guys do nothin' but complain Alone in a crowd on a bus after working And dreamin' me The guy next to me has a girl ln his arms My arma are empty How does it feel when the girl next to you Says she loves you She's so unfair when there's love everywhere But there's none for me Some one to take on a walk by the lake Love let it be me Someone who's shy someone who'll cry at sad movies |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
In the morning
Don't say you love me Cause I'll only kick you out of the door I know your name is Rita Cause your perfum smelling sweeter Since when I saw you down on the floor guitar Won't need to much pursuading I don't mean to sound degrading But with a face like that You got nothing to laugh about Red lips hair and fingernails I hear your a mean old jezabel Lets go up stairs and read my tarot cards Stay with me Stay with me For tonight you better stay with me Stay with me Stay with me For tonight you better stay with me So in the morning Please don't say you love me Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door Yea I'll pay your cab fare home You can even use my best colonge Just don't be here in the morning when I wake up Stay with me Stay with me Cause tonight you better stay with me Sit down, get up, get down Stay with me Stay with me Cause tonight your going stay with me Hey, whats your name again oh no, get down, wooo |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Never get to bed before sunup,
alway get caught in the rain; sometimes I might get in trouble, never was one to complain. Now gentleman, you must agree ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three to be stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. Never found a dime in a gutter, always get my best friends drunk. If the pres'dent tries to call me, say " Rodney, come on over for lunch"; I'd say, " Gentlemen, exuse me please but I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three." Yeah, stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. Sunday is a drag, so forget it, Monday you can make up for that; Tuesday, take a taste for dinner, if you're all right spend it in bed. But on Thursday prepare for your weekend and let Friday disappear into Saturday mornin' when you're stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. I don't mind stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. [fade out |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street boy Hey think the time is right for a palace revolution Where I live the game to play is just to compromise my solution What can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town there's just no other place for a street fighting man Hey did I tell you that my name was called disturbance And I'll shout and scream and I'll kill the king and I'll rail at all his servants What can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town there's just no place for a street fighting man Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street boy What can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town there's just no other place for a street fighting man |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Sweet Lady Mary has to rest her poor head
Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed I tried to help her, but I did not know how I tried to love her, but it's all over now Nothing left to comfort me, except a sunny day Steal away, steal away Over the stones along the dusty old road With every footstep one more tale is told With every turning one more side to see Sweet Lady Mary's seen the last of me A lesson is learnt, I'll never come this way again I'll steal away, steal away Her Spanish habits are so hard to forget The lady lied with every breath, I accept Was a matter of time before my face did not fit I knew all along I'd have to quit. Anyway now, I better not waste anymore of your time I'll steal away, steal away I think I'll go back home and start all again Where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain And on a new day when I've mended the wound Sweet Lady Mary's gate I swear I'll be bound But before I sit down again and waste anymore of your time I better steal away, steal away Ooh-hoo Steal away-ay |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart And she's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'cause if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times
Each time you break away I feel you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come memories that go Bringing you back again hurting me more and more Maybe it's my mistake to show this love that I feel inside 'Cause each day that passes by You got me never knowing if I'm coming or going cause I love you, yes I do, this old heart I love you, yes I do, yes I do, wait for me I try hard to hide my hurt inside This old heart of mine always keeps me crying The way you treat me leaves me incomplete You're here for the day gone for the week But if leave me a hundred times, a hundred times I'll take you back I'm yours whenever you want me I'm not to proud to shout it, tell the world about it 'cause (Chorus) I love you, this old heart weeps for you And I love you, I love you, this old heart weeps for you This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times Each time you break away I feel you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come memories that go Bringing you back again hurting me more and more Maybe it's my mistake to show this love that I feel inside girl 'Cause each day that passes by You got me never knowing if I'm coming or going cause I love you, yes I do, this old heart of mine weeps for you I love you, yes I do, I love you, this old heart darling, weeps for you I love you, this old heart of mine weeps for you love you, yes I do, I love you, this old heart darling, weeps for you I love you, yes I do, yes I do, I love you, oh yea Been broke a thousand times, show this love for you, waiting for you This old heart of mine dye for you this old heart of mine, this old heart of mine |
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Yeah
I can tell by the look in your eyes you've been bored for a long, long time. You need love and so do I let's turn it all around. I don't want an everlasting thing, I don't care if I see you again so grab your coat and honey tell your friends you won't be home, you won't be home, you won't be home. Tonight I'm yours, do anything that you want me to don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm yours, do anything 'cos I want you to. Just don't hurt me, baby. Yeah I don't really want to challenge you marry you or remember you. I just wanna make love to you for twenty four hours or more. or more I'm only looking for a fantasy, an interlude from reality don't want nobody tryin' to rescue me so rock me babe, rock me babe, rock me, rock me. Tonight I'm yours, do anything that you want me to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm yours, do anything 'cos I want you to. I want you to And tomorrow morning we won't cry you go your way, honey, I'll go mine. I'm the one who didn't waste your time remember me this way. And if you never see my face again, think of me as a permanent friend, the one who loved you like a hurricane then disappeared, disappeared, disappeared. Tonight I'm yours, do anything that you want me to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm yours, do anything 'cos I want you to. Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm yours, do anything that you want me to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm Yours do anything 'cos I want you to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm yours, do anything that you want me to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight I'm Yours do anything 'cos I want you to Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Tonight you're mine, tonight you're mine do anything, do anything Tonight you're mine, tonight you're mine tonight, always tonight you're mine. Do anything that you, do anything that you, do anything that you want me to, you want me to, you want me to, you want me, want me , want me, just do anything anything your heart desires, babe. |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Stay away from my window
Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down Loosen off that pretty French gown Let me pour you a good long drink Ooh baby don't you hesitate cause Tonights the night It's gonna be alright Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now C'mon angel my hearts on fire Don't deny your man's desire You'd be a fool to stop this tide Spread your wings and let me come inside Tonights the night It's gonna be alright Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Don't say a word my virgin child Just let your inhibitions run wild The secret is about to unfold Upstairs before the night's too old Tonights the night It's gonna be alright Cause I love you woman Ain't nobody gonna stop us now |
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Never been a millionaire
and I tell you mama I don't care Never gonna own a race-horse or a fast back mid-engine Porsche Don't think I'll own a private jet on the Stock Exchange I'm no threat So won't you help me make up my m |
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Let me tell you about a place, somewhere up in New York way
where the people are so gay, twistin' the night away Here they have a lot of fun, puttin' trouble on the run Oh man you'll find the old and young twistin' the night away Here's a man in evening clothes, how he got here I don't know but oh man, you ought to see him go, twistin' the night away He's dancing with a chick in slacks, she's moving up and back Oh man, there ain't nothing like twistin' the night away Feel much better Here's a fellow in blue jeans, who's dancing with an older queen dolled up in her diamond rings, twistin' the night away Man you ought to see her go, twistin' to the rock and roll Here you'll find the young and the old twistin' the night away They're twistin', twistin', everybody's doing great They're twistin' man, twistin', they're twistin' the night away Twistin', you know they're twistin', twistin' the night away They're twistin', twistin', man twistin' the night away Here they have a lot of fun, puttin' trouble on the run Oh man you'll find young and the old twistin' the night away Here's a man in evening clothes, how he got here I don't know I don't know but man you ought to see him go Twistin' the night away |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Can I tell you what you mean to mean
You're as central as the air I breathe Almost impossible to believe that you're mine You're like weekends all year long under a hot Jamaican sun You are a winner at a hundred to one yes you are Something you've got is something I need right now You don't have to prove it no more I'm down on my bended knees honey What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away One in a million oh so rare a nightengale in Berkeley Square and baby I ain't goin' nowhere without you You are the goal that wins the game the very last bus home in the rain You're like rock and roll and champagne all in one Something you've got is something I need right now Let's not mess around any more I'm down on my bended knees honey What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away I'll be a sleek one of a kind and so difficult to define I could drink a case of you any time The Sistine Chapel and the Eiffel Tower a national anthem an April shower tomorrow's fashion and now I've found you I'm complete Something you've got is something I need right now You don't have to prove it no more I'm down on my bended knees honey What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away I'm like a schoolboy in your hands I wanna get up and sing and dance You see one hell of a happy man standing here Individually quite unique You really swept me off my feet and baby you look oh so neat with nothing on |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Its late and she's waiting and I know I should go home
But every time I start to leave they play another song Then someone buys another round and wherever drinks are free What's made Milwaukee famous has made a fool out of me Baby's begged me not to go so many times before She says love and happiness can't live behind those swinging doors Nows she's gone and I'm to blame to late I finally see What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me Baby's begged me not to go so many times before She says love and happiness just can't live behind those swinging doors Nows she's gone and I'm to blame to late I finally see What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor but then again no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you a line I've been meaning to phone you, but from Minnesota Hell, it's been a very long time You wear it well A little old-fashioned, but that's alright Well, I suppose you're thinking how Betty is sinking Or he wouldn't get in touch with me Though I ain't begging or losing my head I sure do want you to know, that You wear it well there ain't a lady in the land so fine, oh my Remember their basement parties, your brothers' cavorting The all-day rock-and-roll show The homesick blues and the radical views Haven't left a mark on you You wear it well A little out of line but I don't mind But, I ain't forgetting that you were once mine But I'll believe it without even trying Now I'm eating my heart out Trying to get a letter through Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I'm gonna write about the birthday gown that I bought in town And you sat down and cried on the stairs You knew it didn't cost the earth but for what it's worth You made me feel a millionaire You wear it well Madame Onassis got nothing on you; no, no And when my coffee is cold and I'm getting told That I gotta get back to work So when the sun goes low and you're home all alone Think of me and try not to laugh, and ( 2) I'll wear it well I don't object if you call collect 'Cause I ain't forgetting that you were once mine But I feel it without even trying Now I'm eating my heart out Trying to get back to you |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
I didn't know what day it was
when you walked into the room I said hello unnoticed You said goodbye too soon Breezing through the clientele spinning yarns that were so lyrical I really must confess right here the attraction was purely physical I took all those habits of yours that in the beginning were hard to accept Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints I put down to experience The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent who tried to change my point of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed but my heart cried out for you Chorus: You're in my heart, you're in my soul You'll be my breath should I grow old You are my lover, you're my best friend You're in my soul My love for you is immeasurable My respect for you immense |
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from Rod Stewart - Storyteller Anthology (1989)
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket and a head full of dreams. He said somehow, some way, it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her bags, left a note for her momma, she was just seventeen, There were tears in her eyes when she kissed her little sister goodbye. They held each other tight as they drove on through the night they were so exited. We got just one shot of life, let's take it while we're still not afraid. Because life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided. And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands. Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side, Don't let them put you down, don't let 'em push you around, Don't let 'em ever change your point of view. Paradise was closed so they headed for the coast in a blissful manner. They took a tworoom apartment that was jumping ev'ry night of the week. Happiness was found in each other's arms as expected, yeah Billy pierced his ears, drove a pickup like a lunatic, ooh! Young hearts be free tonight.Time is on your side, Don't let them put you down, don't let 'em push you around, Don't let 'em ever change your point of view. [instrumental verse] Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side. Billy wrote a letter back home to Patti's parents tryin' to explain. He said we're both real sorry that it had to turn out this way. But there ain't no point in talking when there's nobody list'ning so we just ran away Patti gave birth to a ten pound baby boy, yeah! Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side. Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side. Young hearts be free tonight, time in on your side. Young hearts gotta run free, be free, live free Time is on, time is on your side Time, time, time, time is on your side Is on your side Is on your side Is on your side Young heart be free tonight Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah |
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from Rod Stewart - Downtown Train / Selections From The Storyteller Anthology (1990)
Outside another yellow moon
has punched a hole in the night time mist I climb through the window and down to the street I'm shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full full of all them Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that'll ever capture your heart They're just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same On a downtown train I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light of the four way and watch them as they fall, oh baby They all having their heart attacks They stay at the carnival But they'll never win you back Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train On a downtown train All my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train |
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