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from Easy Rider [Deluxe Edition] (이지 라이더) [ost] (1976)
I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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from Blue Cheer - New Improved (2001)
(Dickie Peterson & Bruce Stephens)
Please don't string me out Don't make me walk the line. My life was meant to give And I'll give as long as I live. Come on, go to any place If I could just reach you Relax, let yourself go through. Grooving is the only route I say you go every time. Come on, go to any place If I could just reach you Relax, and let yourself go through. All these emotion powder your mind I need a world of trust And 'm gonna give As long as I live Hey, I'm gonna give, give As long as I live, yeah Yeah, I'm gonna give As long as I live, live As long as I live. |
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from Blue Cheer - New Improved (2001)
(Randy Holden)
Once I had a woman She said goodbye to me Now I have a little good friend in my world A honey butter love. Good God! |
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from Blue Cheer - New Improved (2001)
(Bruce Stephens)
I want my baby back Hey, give her to me Want my baby back now Everybody must see She went away and left me In misery. I want my baby back Hey, give her to me Gimme my baby back now Don't make a scene with me Well she went away and strew me free She run, I can't. When she went away and pass on my loot And run on my train, it happened to be her I see the dime I saw the look in her eye (I wanna love you baby) I've come to take my bride! I want my baby back Hey, give her to me Want my baby back now Everybody must see How, she went away and left me In misery. Want my baby back! When she went away and pass on my loot And run on my train, it happened to be I see the dime and the look in her eye (I wanna love you baby) I've come to take my bride! I want my baby back Hey, give her to me Want my baby back now Everybody must see How, she went away and left me Left me in misery. I want my baby back, Oh won't you give her to me I want my baby back now, I-I say I want my baby back now Now give her to me, C'mon now, I want my baby back now Won't you give her to me. I want my baby back. She went away and left me, left me in misery! |
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from Blue Cheer - New Improved (2001)
(Randy Holden)
Peace of mind To find is not easy When the one you love you don't trust When I picture the image of someone else beside her I see a reflection of violence And emotion of life that is used Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh I see a reflection of violence And emotion of life that is used. You will see That the mind cannot furnish Things that you want were gone What can I see When the one thing that you had had passed Is not pretty You want to love so bad But you bleed through every time. Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh You want to love so bad But you bleed every time. You said, you said you loved me Yeah, more than you do And you go and take everything I ever did and give to you And throw it all away yeah, yeah, yeah Throw it all away yeah. Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? |
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from Blue Cheer - New Improved (2001)
(Ralph Burns Kellogg)
Let's find a darker night Let's find a brighter light Let's go away to some place strange And bring back a whole new change. Let's find a different kind of sun Let's find a different kind of fun Let's go away just you and me And do it all through the day. (Ah......) Let's find a different set (Ah......) I know we're gonna make it next. After it all gets old And after all the stories are told We'll go away to some place strange And bring back a whole new change. |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Ralph Burns Kellogg)
Turn yourself around Stop looking at the ground Things will be much better if you try When I feel your love next to mine I forget about space and time. Sing yourself a happy song Things aren't always, always wrong We can make it better if we try When things are good and things are bad Our love is all we really have. When the cloud is past away And the sun comes out to stay I'll remember days like this with you When we made things better cause we tried Then our love is stronger deep inside. |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
Yeah! I like the way you smile And carry on I'd like to take it inside Alright now But a fool I'd never be There's no time Yeah, for you and me. One day with you When you call me old Gonna pull out, baby And leave you on your own Cause a fool I'd never be There is no time For you and me Oh, Alright (Yeah) I need some poor other baby Got to see about me I want a babe in the movies Under me Got to stretch out cookin' I can set you free Cause a fool I'd never be Cause a fool I'd never be Yeh-yeh, yeah. |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Delaney Bramlett & MacDavis)
I packed everything I own And I put it in a knapsack I'm leaving Birmingham, yes I am And I ain't lookin' back I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song I played it for the D.J. on the telephone. Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Alright! Riding on a Greyhound bus 'Cross the Tennessee borderline Eating from a Po' Boy sandwich Taking drinks from a quart of wine I got to get off at the very last stop My ticket's only good to Little Rock. Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham. I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock I had to spend a week one time in the county jail I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock That's the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail. I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbike People gonna know when I'm in town Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound. Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Ow, Uh! You know that I'm tired of going down I believe I'm gonna leave this town I'm leaving Birmingham, Yes I am Yes I am, Yes I am! Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Bye bye Birmingham Bye bye Birmingham Bye bye Birmingham Bye bye Birmingham Bye bye Birmingham! |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Dickie Peterson & Ralph Burns Kellogg)
Well you can buy most anything With money in your hand But one thing I'd like I'd like to have you understand. You can't buy love from a natural man No, you can't buy love from a natural man Well you can buy most anything With money in your hand But you can't buy the love of a natural man. (oh) The lovin' that I give It's so heavy so I'm told To know that you can't buy it Can't touch it with no pot of gold. You can't buy the love of a natural man No, you can't buy the love of a natural man Well you can buy most anything (You can't buy, you can't buy, you can't buy, oooh, oooh, oooh) With money in your hand But you can't buy the love of a natural man Whoa no, oh, hey. Well you can buy most anything (You can't buy, you can't buy, you can't buy, oooh, oooh, oooh) With money in your hand But you can't buy the love of a natural man. You can take all my love Well you can take it for what it's worth But but you'd never buy the sun You'll never buy the salt of the earth, no, no. You can't buy love from this natural man No, you can't buy the love of this natural man Well you can buy most anything (You can't buy, you can't buy, you can't buy, oooh, oooh, oooh) With money in your hand But you can't buy the love of this natural man. |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Dickie Peterson & Ralph Burns Kellogg)
Here they come flyin' down the street Pack in all the people that they meet Hello Miss Simon, Show me around Gay Paris was quite a town. Yes, I know all about your scene I heard all about you rock and roll queens Yes, I have. Heads of Mary, the girls are back in town You know I know that things won't be the same No more black days out in the cold Good news coming, You just been told. Yes, I know all about your scene I heard all about you rock and roll queens Whew! Rock and roll is quite a scene But wait till you meet those rock and roll queens Good news coming, I just been told No more black days out in the cold No, wheeeww, whew! Here they come flyin' down the street Pack in all the people that they meet Hello Miss Smith, You show me around Gay Paris was quite a town. Yes, I heard all about your scene I know all about you rock and roll queens Yes, I do Whoa! |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Bruce Stephens)
All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights so red While the day's ships hunger Faces filled with dread At tomorrow's sunrise Each must resume his task Do they break my soul Medusa I just gotta ask. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Saturday Freedom always soon fades Do me a favor, Please stay away Saturday freedom, six days to behold Don't leave so quickly, You never grow old. Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh! I think that it's mistaken to say freedom's unsold And if you feel the same way too, Truth is never told I can't wait, We just gotta have it Hey, but it's free Come on Saturday freedom Give my girl to me. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Saturday Freedom always soon fades Do me a favor, Please stay away Joys of the kill are ours to hold Saturday freedom, mine to behold Saturday freedom, six days to behold Don't leave so quickly, Never grow old Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week I want it, Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Gimme Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week. |
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from Blue Cheer - Blue Cheer (2001)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
I try so hard to be your lovin' man I do what you want me, I do But a man needs a woman, He don't wanna share So girl what's wrong with you You been lyin', cheatin', runnin' around Honey, what you want me to do This man needs a woman, He don't wanna share So who's hiding under my bed. She said: "Honey, you must be mistaken There's nobody takin' your place" I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again She said, Lord, no, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. Oh. I try so hard to be your lovin' man I do what you want me, I do But a man needs a woman, He don't wanna share So honey, what's wrong with you She said: "Honey, you must be mistaken There's no man takin' your place" I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord knows, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord knows, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord knows, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. "Now I ain't been lyin' and cheatin' and runnin' around baby, I ain't been doin' none of those things, and there ain't been nobody hiding underneath no bed nowhere, cause I ain't been nothin' but a true fine woman, and I'm gonna have the same old story, I'm gonna have the same old story over again, cause honey you must be mistaken, there ain't no man takin' your place, oh Lord, baby I want you to hear me, there ain't, I said there sure ain't, I said there ain't no man, I said there ain't no man takin' your place baby, I said, I said there ain't no man under your bed, I said baby, I said baby I love you, oh man I been tryin' hard to, I'm gonna do what you want me to do, oh shit! come here honey, I show you how to do something, I show you how to mess around." I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. Quack! |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
(Dickie Peterson)
Help me please, Doctor Doctor, won't you please I need your pain killer, Doc Shot inside of me. Well I ain't got no money, child But I been here before Cash me in, Fill me up Why don't you throw me out the door! Well help me, Doctor Well why won't you Why don't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Whoa, I need your good living Shot inside of me, Yeah! I got this funny feeling Feeling inside my head Without your good living, Doc Well I believe that I'll be dead Doctor don't you turn me down And won't you hear what I say I need your good living, Doc And I need it right away! Well help me, Doctor Well why don't you Why won't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Without your good living No! What would I be! Alright! I got this funny feeling Feeling inside my head Without your pain killer, Doc Well I believe that I'll be dead Doctor don't you turn me down Don't burn me away I need your pain killer, Doc And I need it right away. Well help me, Doctor Well why won't you Why don't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Without your pain killer, Doc Lord! What would I be - Alright, Stick it to me Doctor! |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
Alright!
A cold, cold darkness And past confusion Is quickly calling Yeah, all of my illusions Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. From within The magic madness Said Lord, I could feel deep in my heart A little bit of gladness Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Searchin' so long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. Alright! Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Whoa so goddamn long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. And then from out Of a mystic dream There came an angel (What a baby, oh yeah) She spread her wings (Spread 'em babe, Spread it all). Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm
I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot my wife. She was no good! I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack, yes I have. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. A goddamn shotgun at my back. I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong, no! I done sitting over here on the longest time. I been sitting over here on the longest time. I done sitting over here on the longest time. All I did was drink my wine. I swear I'll be here for the rest of my life. Yeah, I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot your wife. She was no good, you can take my word for it! I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm All I did was shoot my arm. Oh, no! |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
Whew, Whoa, Alright!
I just wanna say I love you All night long, Alright! Slap it to me. Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (If you can) Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (That feels pretty good) Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bones. I ain't got no bones about you, Don't bother me, no not at all! Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. I ain't got no bones about you, Don't bother me, no! |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
(Dickie Peterson)
Listen here baby Cause you outta time I'm so sorry It's the end of the line I don't know what to say I don't know what to do All I know, Can not leave with you. I'm so sorry I'm bringing you down Well I'll make it up next time I'm around Next time baby, I'll make it up to you Yeah, Yeah! I told you once, I told you twice You better straighten up child You better fly right But you don't wanna listen to a thing I say I'll put you away child for one more day. Now I'm so sorry I'm bringing you down I'll make it up next time I'm around Well alright, this time baby, I'll make it up to you Yeah! Listen here, babe It's the end of the line I'm so sorry that you outta time I don't know what to do I don't know what to say All I know, try to leave that way. Now I'm so sorry I'm bringing you down I'll make it up next time I'm around Next time baby, I'll make it up to you That's what I say, right! |
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from Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (2001)
I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
Dickie Peterson)
Relax your mind Lord let it take An electric explosion I said a strong earthquake And then on a freeway Just let it take you away, child Far away Oh yeah, come over Come back in my big automobile And Babylon. I'll give you a shove Why don't you take a rush Let me hear you cry From a deafening hush Just let it take you away Far Away Yeah, yow, come over, big automobile, big automobile Babylon. Now the blues ain't nothing But a good man feeling bad Yeh-yeh, Yeah! I know that the blues ain't nothing, ain't nothing baby But a, but a good man, but a good man, but a good man feeling bad And I just ain't the kind That goes around feeling sad Hey! Oh, no, not me baby, no way! Say why don't you take a shove Oh, come on and take a rush Let me hear you cry From a deafening hush Let it take you away Far away Oh yeah, stick it in the fire baby I want big automobile Big automobile, baby Babylon. OW! |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner)
Walking here from beyonder Just to see (Just to see the right road) Just to see You know I don't wanna leave here You know I don't wanna go (No I don't wanna go). You get that little something (boh-boh) Something to hold on to (boh-boh) The pain that I can't take (boh-boh) I say just what I'll do (boh-boh) Someone give me back (boh-boh) Just some way to do. You know I'm gonna thank you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) For being just that way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I'm gonna love you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Every minute of every day (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I just couldn't stand it (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Couldn't stand it any other way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). Flying, heading for the wonder Now you see (Now you see oh, oh, oh) Now you see Finding you this way As the breezes blow (As the breezes blow). I got that funny feeling (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Now you made it mine (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You look so overjoyed (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Now it's doing fine (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Grow a little gun (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) And feathers from your tree (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). You know I'm gonna thank you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) For being just that way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I'm gonna love you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Every minute of every day (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I just couldn't stand it (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Couldn't stand it any other way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). OH! |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
Yeah! I like the way you smile And carry on I'd like to take it inside Alright now But a fool I'd never be There's no time Yeah, for you and me. One day with you When you call me old Gonna pull out, baby And leave you on your own Cause a fool I'd never be There is no time For you and me Oh, Alright (Yeah) I need some poor other baby Got to see about me I want a babe in the movies Under me Got to stretch out cookin' I can set you free Cause a fool I'd never be Cause a fool I'd never be Yeh-yeh, yeah. |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Norman Mayall & Kent Housman)
Some people talk about the blues They're just handing you their news It's the call of our love But no matter how we try We just try to get high Cause the good times are so hard to find. Have you got the time to share Have you taken proper care Of your body, anybody? No one seems to see the signs They reject them every time Cause the good times are so hard to find. Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! Good times. When I think of fun I think of you Find out I can make it new The light, just one night Getting' on which is hers Getting' harder everyday Cause good times are so hard to find. Some people talk about the blues They're just handing you their news It's the call of our love But no matter how we try We just try to get high Cause the good times are so hard to find. Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Norman Mayall, Gary L. Yoder, & G.R. Grelecki)
Yes I am the Hiway Man I played my hand and I won Rode on down from Richmond Join the other side War was raging out 1865 Riding, cloak is flying Slapping in he breeze. Money, give me all you have Maybe I'll take your life Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly Through the night. (Hate myself, choose the road Won't you fall this way Captain Walter understands Wash your feet and pray.) Money, give me all you have Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly through the night. Riding down a country road I race the silver moon Chasin' shadows 'cross the field Dogs coming soon Kick my horse and wail out loud The fog was rolling by The dust did blow, the gold was mined The lady, heard her cry. Money, give me all you have Maybe I'll save your life Cause the Hiway Man's not sure how long to last. Sing easy towards the sun You know we'll find our way (Gotta find my way)(HA HA) I got to hide away (HA HA) (Got to hide away) When the lightning strikes You know we'll find our way (Got to find my way) Ooooo! Money, give me all you have Cause the Hiway Man comes soon Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly Through the night. Whooo, yeeeeeaaahh, ow, bye-bye, whoo, see you later, ooohhh, Woooo, woooo-woooo, wooo-wooo. |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
It's not the Devil that you conjure
When you turn your back on me You'll just be looking in the shadows I'm the light, I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see. Speak to you through illusions, babe You must tune yourself to me You mustn't waste your time with all you've seen I'm the light, I'm the light And this is just one of my dreams. It's one foot in the astral world Other one in the grave 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light It's one hand for all mankind While the other holds the flame 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light. I play the master game I hold the key to time Do you see my light, baby You have the greatest scene Ten thousand times. It's one foot in the astral world Other one in the breeze 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light It's one hand for all mankind While the other holds the flame 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light. I'm the light I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light I'm the light I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see. |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
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A cold, cold darkness And past confusion Is quickly calling Yeah, all of my illusions Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. From within The magic madness Said Lord, I could feel deep in my heart A little bit of gladness Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Searchin' so long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. Alright! Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Whoa so goddamn long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. And then from out Of a mystic dream There came an angel (What a baby, oh yeah) She spread her wings (Spread 'em babe, Spread it all). Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm
I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot my wife. She was no good! I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack, yes I have. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. A goddamn shotgun at my back. I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong, no! I done sitting over here on the longest time. I been sitting over here on the longest time. I done sitting over here on the longest time. All I did was drink my wine. I swear I'll be here for the rest of my life. Yeah, I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot your wife. She was no good, you can take my word for it! I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm All I did was shoot my arm. Oh, no! |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Randy Holden)
Peace of mind To find is not easy When the one you love you don't trust When I picture the image of someone else beside her I see a reflection of violence And emotion of life that is used Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh I see a reflection of violence And emotion of life that is used. You will see That the mind cannot furnish Things that you want were gone What can I see When the one thing that you had had passed Is not pretty You want to love so bad But you bleed through every time. Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, ooohhh You want to love so bad But you bleed every time. You said, you said you loved me Yeah, more than you do And you go and take everything I ever did and give to you And throw it all away yeah, yeah, yeah Throw it all away yeah. Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!? |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki) I'm the pilot of this plane Spread my wings at the break of day Fly by night, sleep by day Oh baby, won't you take me away. I gotta move Put on my traveling shoes Somebody's calling me now You see I'm wandering by Fly by Earth through the sky. I'm the pirate of the seven seas Take it home baby, give me a squeeze Too many virgins tied in their hold Come on baby, won't you break out the gold. I gotta move Put on my traveling shoes Somebody's calling me now Sail out on the breeze Just take what I please. Eagle's nest, falcon's row Turn his mark and the throw is gone Rise and fall on the rockin' lift Caesar's den, better break out the rest. I gotta move Put on my traveling shoes Somebody's calling me now Ain't you wondering why From a wave of goodbye. I'm the pilot, fly the space machine Astral burners flaming in my gin Light is flashin' come spin me away Oh, baby won't you leave me a ray. I gotta move Put on my traveling shoes Somebody's calling me now They say I'm wandering by Shoot right up with a sigh, yeh. AAHHHHHG........ WHEW........ AAHHHHHG........ AAHHHHH........ AAHHHHH........AH AHH....AHH....AAHHHHH........(UH!) |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
I don't have to have no preacher To tell me there ain't no good lovin' you Your snake-eye touches the ladder Everybody tells me it's true. You're gonna need You're gonna bleed Somebody like me. I don't need my old school teacher To learn me in your evil ways I sing right back to the jungle Hang it up on Even Street. You're gonna need You're gonna feed Somebody like me. Way down deep in the jungle Swingin' from tree to tree You find me chasing around there Trying to even the score. You're gonna need I'm gonna please Somebody like you. (Heh-ho, Wah-wah, Wah-wah-wah, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uh Oh-oh, Eee-Eee, Meow, Ooh-ooh, Ha-huh-huh, Suck-suck-suck, Oink! Hnch! Enwoooo! Oo-oo-oo-oo, Ah-ah-ah-ah, I'm gonna scratch ya, scratch ya.) |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
(Bruce Stephens)
All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights so red While the day's ships hunger Faces filled with dread At tomorrow's sunrise Each must resume his task Do they break my soul Medusa I just gotta ask. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Saturday Freedom always soon fades Do me a favor, Please stay away Saturday freedom, six days to behold Don't leave so quickly, You never grow old. Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh! I think that it's mistaken to say freedom's unsold And if you feel the same way too, Truth is never told I can't wait, We just gotta have it Hey, but it's free Come on Saturday freedom Give my girl to me. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Saturday Freedom always soon fades Do me a favor, Please stay away Joys of the kill are ours to hold Saturday freedom, mine to behold Saturday freedom, six days to behold Don't leave so quickly, Never grow old Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week I want it, Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Gimme Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week. |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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from Blue Cheer - Good Times Are So Hard To Find (2001)
They call me the Hunter and Lord, that's my name
A pretty woman (girl) like you child are my only game I bought me a love gun just the other day Lord, and I aim to aim it your way Ain't no use to hide No there ain't no use to run Cause I got you in the sights of my........ My love gun, my love gun, my love gun God-dammed! The first Time I saw you walkin' down the street I said to myself, "Boom! Boom! Ain't she sweet!" I got my love gun loaded Loaded with a-huggin' and kissin' And when I pull the trigger There ain't gonna be no missin' Ain't no use to hide No there ain't no use to run Cause I got you in the sights of my........ My love gun, my love gun, my love gun God-dammed! |
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Let me hear, let me hear the way you feel
I been gone so long, I been riding on a spinning wheel Flashin' and scratchin', just a-feeling my pulse Yellin' and screaming and pound on the wall. Coast to coast I been travelin' and I got to get more I been up all night just trying to make a score Hustle it, so fuss it, just make it some chick Pickin' on dolls and makin' that trick. She's the piece of heart and I'm screamin' and kickin' it down Faster and harder, keep on drivin' it down the line Lookin' for head and feelin' so free Rubbin' my own in this ecstasy. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me if you see It's the only way, the only way that I want it to be I can't explain, it's just not fate I got to keep on, this time I just ain't late. I hope you understand, I'm in love, I'm in love with you Give ya anything, anything that I'm able to The way I feel, it's easy to see Let me hear the way it oughta be. |
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from Blue Cheer - Outsideinside (2003)
(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner)
Walking here from beyonder Just to see (Just to see the right road) Just to see You know I don't wanna leave here You know I don't wanna go (No I don't wanna go). You get that little something (boh-boh) Something to hold on to (boh-boh) The pain that I can't take (boh-boh) I say just what I'll do (boh-boh) Someone give me back (boh-boh) Just some way to do. You know I'm gonna thank you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) For being just that way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I'm gonna love you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Every minute of every day (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I just couldn't stand it (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Couldn't stand it any other way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). Flying, heading for the wonder Now you see (Now you see oh, oh, oh) Now you see Finding you this way As the breezes blow (As the breezes blow). I got that funny feeling (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Now you made it mine (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You look so overjoyed (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Now it's doing fine (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Grow a little gun (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) And feathers from your tree (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). You know I'm gonna thank you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) For being just that way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I'm gonna love you (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Every minute of every day (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) You know I just couldn't stand it (ba-da-ba-da-da-da) Couldn't stand it any other way (ba-da-ba-da-da-da). OH! |
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from Blue Cheer - Outsideinside (2003)
(Dickie Peterson & Leigh Stephens)
The gypsy wizard, he rattled His broken tattered tambourine And asked for me to share with him In this timeless dream. OW! Lost in the dazzling fascination I caught myself touching my imagination And holding the sights I'd never known And hearing the sounds I'd not yet been shown. Toms and trinkets made of green to make us all see. Tainted jewels and diamond rings and other things. OW! Lost in a maze of liquid smoke I thought my brains were gonna choke Holding the sights I could not tell Under gypsy wizard's spell. |
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from Blue Cheer - Outsideinside (2003)
(Dickie Peterson)
I feel good sensation And I been lifted child by your soul creation Don't you stop just to look away I want you to listen, child, to what I say. Don't you drift away too far Out of sad times, just exactly where you are It's just too much the way I feel I just can't believe that I'm not real. Don't you drift away too far From our good times, just exactly where you are It's just too much, can't be real I want you to know just how I feel. You have a strange desire When you walk across the ground Then you set the world on fire. I feel good sensation And I been lifted child by your sole creation Don't you stop just to look away I want you to listen, child, to what I say. C'mon, c'mon, won't you please, just a little, Yow! Won't you please, just a little bit closer C'mon, c'mon, yow! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Just a little bit closer, c'mon, c'mon just a little C'mon, c'mon just a little, Yow! Just a little bit closer C'mon, c'mon just a little, c'mon, c'mon just a little bit closer C'mon, c'mon, yow! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just a little C'mon, c'mon just a little bit, c'mon, c'mon OOOWW! OW! |
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Her silver hair Behind her back With the strings of a veil. And cut me a pack Of a famous sword Sharp to East Her magnitude That made the table In an infinite tangle. And then the darkness came And wrapped on velvet feet And here through the window I saw a quickening eye. Reflecting time In the blowing night And pulled the shade To a clear green game And from the visions Riding heavy sea. And from the visions Riding heavy sea That cast the ships Into a sink as man And burn the ringing Don't wanna carry inside. Then the morning came Lapping up the winds From the tainted table That was serving time It's silver spoon That was breathing stars Images flown Like the birds of high Wings in the sun What a blessed sight. |
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They call me the Hunter and Lord, that's my name
A pretty woman (girl) like you child are my only game I bought me a love gun just the other day Lord, and I aim to aim it your way Ain't no use to hide No there ain't no use to run Cause I got you in the sights of my........ My love gun, my love gun, my love gun God-dammed! The first Time I saw you walkin' down the street I said to myself, "Boom! Boom! Ain't she sweet!" I got my love gun loaded Loaded with a-huggin' and kissin' And when I pull the trigger There ain't gonna be no missin' Ain't no use to hide No there ain't no use to run Cause I got you in the sights of my........ My love gun, my love gun, my love gun God-dammed! |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
(Gary Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
You're a young man now and You toss the hair from your shoulders Feeling strong and All the young girls are coming on bolder Back at home you know the old folks just get older Why wait around when the world needs a leader. Either you could be a believer Either you might have a leader. There's a light to your life and Your eyes are glowing much brighter There's a voice in the dark and She whispers, "You gotta hold tighter" Storm is lifted and your spirits are soaring much higher It's a race to the end but the way seems to be clearing. Either you could be a believer Either you might have a leader Oh Yeah. There's a band in the streets Gonna play "Homecoming Soldier" Well back in D.C., man The White House is shakin' us some Cause the Senators fear that the young vote is gonna take over (Watch it) You're a young man now He's got to toss the hair from his shoulder. Either you could be a believer Either you might have a leader You're a young man now and you haven't got a lot to lose. |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
(Norman Mayall)
1-2, 1-2-3-4 Oh baby, bring my gas mask here Oh baby, honey bring my gas mask here I got a real bad feeling You know my mind's not there. Well I'm full of problems And now I got a pair I can not drink the water I could hardly breathe the air. Oh mama, honey what's a poor man to do Well I'm goin' down slow Got those Ecological Blues. Come on hit it! Well it's down by the ocean I like diggin' by the sea I caught myself one dead fish Full of mercury. Oh baby, honey what's a poor man to do Well I'm goin' down choking Got those Ecological Blues Tell you what you should do: Oh mama, honey better stick out your hand Oh mama, honey better stick out your hand Better stick out your hand Here comes the garbage man. |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
(Dickie Peterson)
(C'mon, Mm-hmm) You the kind of person with money in your hand You drive around town in a chauffeured sedan You might have a stand but let me tell you before you go You ain't got a thing without a heart full of soul Without a little bit of soul it wouldn't be right This screaming guitar, it would not sound so outta sight. You get some soul, oh yeah You get some soul, oh yeah You know it ain't no good if you're on your own It only goes to show you a heart's made of stone You need love really bad, Good, good love you never had You never had good, good love You never known a love's that's grown So please don't you tell me 'bout your cares and woe Please don't you tell me 'bout a love's that's grown And don't you understand I'm a hungry man Got a heart full of soul tryin' the best I can Oh, try the best I can! You know I'm gonna love you the best I can But you just seem to dig that painted garbage can Well I been around, I done see your show How can I love you when you got no soul Scratch you up if only I could But I can't seem to make it with a heart made of wood. You get some soul, oh yeah You get some soul, oh yeah You know it ain't no good if you're all alone It only goes to show you a heart's made of stone You need love really bad, Good, good love you never had You never had good, good love You never known a love's that's grown So please don't you tell me 'bout your cares and woe Please don't you tell me 'bout a love's that's grown And don't you understand I'm a hungry man I got a heart full of soul tryin' the best I can Oh, yeah! You the kind of person with money in his hand And drives around town in a painted garbage can Well I been around and I done see your show How can I love you when you got no soul Without a little bit of soul it wouldn't be right That screaming guitar, it wouldn't sound so outta sight. You get some soul, oh yeah You get some soul, oh yeah You know it ain't no good if you're all alone It only goes to show you a heart's made of stone You need love really bad, Good, good love you never had You never had good, good love You never known a love's that's grown So please don't you tell me 'bout your cares and woe Please don't you tell me 'bout a love's that's grown And don't you understand I'm a hungry man I got a heart full of soul try to understand Oh yeah, Oh! |
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(Norman Mayall, Gary L. Yoder, & G.R. Grelecki)
Yes I am the Hiway Man I played my hand and I won Rode on down from Richmond Join the other side War was raging out 1865 Riding, cloak is flying Slapping in he breeze. Money, give me all you have Maybe I'll take your life Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly Through the night. (Hate myself, choose the road Won't you fall this way Captain Walter understands Wash your feet and pray.) Money, give me all you have Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly through the night. Riding down a country road I race the silver moon Chasin' shadows 'cross the field Dogs coming soon Kick my horse and wail out loud The fog was rolling by The dust did blow, the gold was mined The lady, heard her cry. Money, give me all you have Maybe I'll save your life Cause the Hiway Man's not sure how long to last. Sing easy towards the sun You know we'll find our way (Gotta find my way)(HA HA) I got to hide away (HA HA) (Got to hide away) When the lightning strikes You know we'll find our way (Got to find my way) Ooooo! Money, give me all you have Cause the Hiway Man comes soon Cause the Hiway Man cuts quickly Through the night. Whooo, yeeeeeaaahh, ow, bye-bye, whoo, see you later, ooohhh, Woooo, woooo-woooo, wooo-wooo. |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
It's not the Devil that you conjure
When you turn your back on me You'll just be looking in the shadows I'm the light, I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see. Speak to you through illusions, babe You must tune yourself to me You mustn't waste your time with all you've seen I'm the light, I'm the light And this is just one of my dreams. It's one foot in the astral world Other one in the grave 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light It's one hand for all mankind While the other holds the flame 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light. I play the master game I hold the key to time Do you see my light, baby You have the greatest scene Ten thousand times. It's one foot in the astral world Other one in the breeze 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light It's one hand for all mankind While the other holds the flame 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light. I'm the light I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light 'Till you see my light I'm the light I'm the light I'm the only one you'll see. |
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(Dr. Richard Peddicord)
Here's money troubles and I don't know what to do My best friends they tell me I'm looking blue I couldn't pay my taxes these last few years And every time I go to court, they wipe away my tears But oh, don't you know, feels so good to go broke. I spend my money in Chicago, baby, St. Louie too I spend my money all around, now I'm feeling blue I spend my money down in Tucson and Memphis Tennessee I spend my money all around and now they're after me But oh, ow, don't you know, feels so good to go broke. Well I owe so much money they don't know where I am And even if they'd let me go, they'd make me pay the man First they took my house and now they want my car Gonna take everything I own That's how they are But oh, don't you know, feels so good to go broke. I spend my money in Chicago, baby, St. Louie too I spend my money all around, now I'm feeling blue I spend my money down in Tucson and Memphis Tennessee I spend my money all around and now they're after me But oh, don't you know, feels so good to go broke But oh.... |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
(Dr. Richard Peddicord)
Billy Joe went lookin' round One yellow summer day To see if he could find some grass To help him on his way But everywhere that Billy went They said the town was dry So he got to talkin' round And ask the reason why. Oh! pleasant hope He asked the reason why Oh! pleasant hope When we're gonna get our dope! Oh! pleasant hope Won't you help him on his way Oh! pleasant hope Won't you help him on his way. They said they're burning farmers now Long live Mexico! For some uncertain reason now Just won't let grass grow All we have to do is wait some more And bide our time And pretty soon the times will change And grass will flow like wine. Oh! pleasant hope Grass will flow like wine Oh! pleasant hope Grass will flow like wine Oh! pleasant hope Grass will flow like wine Oh! pleasant hope Grass will flow like wine! |
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from Blue Cheer - Oh! Pleasant Hope (2008)
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
1, 2, 1-2-3-4 Oh yes, Am a traveling man No place to call my own I travel on the wind, Blow home Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine Sing you a song take a little bit off your mind. Long ago when I was young Pretty well of two I used to lie waiting nights Hear those trains go by They were a-rumbling. Silver moon hang up above Star lights of star fill lights the sky Sit right here, Wait right here For my train to ride For my train to ride. My pleasures' on me I take them when I will Do anything for free, yeah World I left, there ain't no world at all World I left better get ready for the fall. Oh yes, Am a traveling man Hobo to the bone I travel on the wind and blow home Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine See you later baby, Take your time Oh yeah, Yeh. |
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from Music Store - Music Mix (vol. 2) (2009)
(Dickie Peterson)
Why don't you ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac Come on and ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac You know my window's rolled down And baby, my seat is back Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! I'm gonna run it on strong with high-grain alcohol I said I'll run it on strong with high-grain alcohol And she might even compete, Show it's nimble roll I tell you baby, baby that ain't all. Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! (Come back here awhile, yeah!) Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Know I slide down my windows And I stomp down on that gas Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Oh, I can let down my windows And I stomp down on that gas So won't you ride, baby, ride C'mon and ride, baby, ride Get on and ride, baby, ride C'mon and, ride, ride, ooooh! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillaaaaac! |
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