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Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the mens just call him "Sir" And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings In front of everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And ooh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown learned a lesson 'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog, Well the two men took to fightin' And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog |
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| 2. |
| 2:27 |
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If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save everyday Till eternity passes away Just spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save everyday like a tresure and then Again I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that'd never come true The box would be empty Except for the memory of How they were answered by you |
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because And they say You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy My name Willie McCoy But down home they call me Slim Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street He drivin' a drop top Cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don't you know And you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' were done The only part that wasn't bloody Was the soles of the big man's feet Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a different kind of story When big Jim hit the floor now they say You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And it's not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim |
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| 4. |
| 2:31 |
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Well, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you But what I got to say can't wait I know you'd understand 'Cause every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song Yeah, I know it's kind of strange But every time I'm near you I just run out of things to say I know you'd understand 'Cause every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song 'Cause Every time the time was right All the words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song Yeah, I know it's kind of late I hope I didn't wake you But there's something that I just got to say I know you'd understand 'Cause every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song |
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| 5. |
| 2:07 |
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Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these To remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day When I called you mine But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say good-bye And of all of the things that we knew Not a dream survived Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can't be true That's all I've left of you But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh how I loved you then |
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| 6. |
| 2:44 |
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Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby" He got another one that just say "Hey" But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' shine outta Alabam' Oh the Demolition Derby And the Figure Eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby" He got another one that just say "Hey" And Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Yeah Roy so cool That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about He do a hundred thirty mile an hour Smilin' at the camera With a toothpick in his mouth He got a girl back home Name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin' For that dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby" He got another one that just say "Hey" But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet |
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| 7. |
| 2:35 |
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Snowy nights and Christmas lights,
Icy windowpanes, Make me wish that we could be Together again. And the windy winter avenues Just don't seem the same, And the Christmas carols sound like blues, But the choir is not to blame. But it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus, Tinseled afternoons, And the sidewalk bands play their songs Slightly out of tune. Down the windy winter avenues There walks a lonely man, And if I told you who he is, Well I think you'd understand. But it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. No, it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. |
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| 8. |
| 2:32 |
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Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man say, "We got all that we can use." Now I爂ot them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Working at the car wash blues Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair Talkin' some trash to the secretaries Sayin', "Here, now mama, come on over here." Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag And walkin' home in soggy old shoes With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues You know a man of my ability He should be smokin' on a big cigar But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars Well, all I can do is a shake my head You might not believe that it's true For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes So baby, don't expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues So baby, don't expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues Yeah I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin' Workin' at the car wash blues |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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Guess that it was bound to happen
Was just a matter of time But now I've come to my decision And it's a-one of the painful kind 'Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr Just a regular guy wouldn't do But baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you You really got to hand it to ya 'Cause girl you really tried But for every time that we spent laughin' There were two times that I cried And you were tryin' to make me your martyr And that's the one thing I just couldn't do 'Cause baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you 'Cause tables are meant for turnin' And people are bound to change And bridges are meant for burnin' When the people and memories they join aren't the same Still I hope that you can find Another who can take what I could not He'll have to be a super guy Or maybe a super god 'Cause I never was much of a martyr before And I ain't bout to start nothin' new And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you |
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| 10. |
| 3:06 |
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Well things were spinnin' round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me Been in so many places You know I've run so many races And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night And something is just not right, 'cause I know That I gotta get out of here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get out of here 'Cause New York's not my home Though all the streets are crowded There's somethin' strange about it I Lived there bout a year and I never once felt at home I thought I'd make the big time I learned a lot of lessons awful quick And now I'm tellin' you That they were not the nice kind And it's been so long since I have felt fine, that's the reason That I gotta get out of here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get out of here 'Cause New York's not my home |
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| 11. |
| 2:46 |
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We been runnin' away from
Somethin' we both know We've long run out of things to say And I think I better go So don't be getting excited Oh when you hear that slammin' door Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' And we've been hidin' from somethin' That should have never gone this far But after all it's what we've done That makes us what we are And you been talkin' in silence But if it's silence you adore There'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' Well baby one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans on your door One less voice a-talkin' But tomorrow's a dream away Today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay And your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it Oh that's the way I want it more Well they'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' Well there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans on your door One less voice a-talkin' But tomorrow's a dream away And today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay And your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it Oh that's the way I want it more Cause baby one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' Oh baby one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' |
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| 12. |
| 3:11 |
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Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road
I've got a name, I've got a name Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad I've got a name, I've got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm livin' the dream that he kept hid Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by |
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| 2:21 |
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Seems like such a long time ago
I was walking on a lonely road Getting tired of dreamin' alone Like all the lonely people I had known Seems like such a long time ago There was no one who would share my song I was just a boy far from home But I became a man when you came along We spent the whole night talkin' You said you'd like to see the sunrise But in the gold of mornin' Was nothing I had not seen in your eyes I was so afraid to touch you Thought you were too young too know So I just watched you sleeping Then you woke and said to me The night is cold It frightens me And I could sleep so easy next to you It wasn't very long ago You said that you would like to share my road Then you started singin' my song You said so many nights are waiting Let's not spend a moment wasting time 'Cause we have very far to go I will go if you will take me I have never had a lover I am young But I am so alone We spent the whole night talkin' But in the gold of mornin' |
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| 2:50 |
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I'm walkin' back to Georgia
And I hope she will take me back Nothin' in my pockets And all I own is upon my back *But she's the girl who said she loved me On that hot dusty Macon road And if she's still around I'm gonna settle down With that hard lovin' Georgia girl I'm walkin' back to Georgia She's the only one who knows How it feels when you lose a dream And how it feels when you dream alone *Repeat Georgia can you hear me callin' Oh I'll be home in just a while And if I had to I'd be crawlin' Just to share another mornin' smile But you're the girl who said you loved me On that hot dusty long ago And if you're still around I'm gonna settle down With you my hard lovin' Georgia girl...because I'm walkin' back to Georgia And I hope she will take me back Nothin' in my pockets And all I own is upon my back *Repeat |
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| 3:48 |
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Operator, oh could you help me place this call
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's livin' in L.A. With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself ***That it just wasn't real*** But that's not the way it feels Operator, oh could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eye's You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels No no no no Thats not the way it feels Operator oh let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk you Thank you for your time Oh you've been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels |
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| 2:14 |
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Lazy days in mid July
Country Sunday mornin' Dusty haze on summer highways Sweet magnolia callin' *But, now and then I find myself Thinkin' of the days, When we were walkin' in the Alabama Rain Drive in movies, Friday nights, Drinkin' beer and laughin' Somehow things were always right I just don't know what happened *Repeat (Refrain) We were only kids, but then I never heard it said That kids can't fall in love and feel the same I can still remember the first time I told you I loved you All the dust of mid July Country summer's evenin' A weepin' willow sang its lullabies And shared its secrets *Repeat |
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| 17. |
| 3:11 |
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Once we were lovers
But somehow things have changed Now we're just lonely people Tryin' to forget each other's names Now we're just lonely people Tryin' to forget each other's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same, And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name Mmm-hmm-mmm these dreams They keep me going these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same, And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name Mmm-hmm-mmm these dreams They keep me going these days |
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| 18. |
| 4:29 |
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That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin' a frown Hear them moanin' their lives away Then you hear somebody say That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang He don't love you, like I love you If he did he wouldn't break your heart He don't love you, like I love you He's trying to tear us apart Gonna find her, I'm gonna find her, I'm gonna find her Oh, if I have to climb a mountain, you know I will And if I have to swim a river, you know I will And I might find her hidin' up on Blueberry Hill How am I gonna find her, child, you know I will Cause I'm goin' searchin' I'm goin' searchin' Searchin' everywhere Just like some Northwest Mountie That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin' a frown Hear them moanin' their lives away Then you hear somebody say That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang |
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