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| 2:56 | 
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(J.J. Cale)
Early in the morning, about a quarter to four Me and my girlfriend walkin' out the door We're heading for the car and we got right in And that's when I noticed the shape she was in She turned to me and said right out Let's steer it awhile, let's steer it about Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last Well we drove down town and up in the woods We drove around and around till I understood I was holding the wheel, she was making out And all this time I was driving about She was fondling my hair and hugging my neck And all I was thinking was, oh what the heck Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last I was looking in the mirror and to my surprise There was two big red lights shining in my eyes I pull over and he drove alongside And out of his car and up to my right He looked at her and she looked at him And the next thing I noticed he got right in Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last Take the long way home, take the long way home Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Tried busking down in Frisco, tried dancin' in LA I played the blues in Chicago, boy I ran home in Santa Fe I played guitar for many men, signed a deal or two And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues I got hot chicks down in Texas, no work in Alabam' Snowed in out on Belibor you were always in a jam Worked carnivals down in Georgia, night clubs attitude And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues Well the manager's got no money, the bookers had no jobs The record man he fell asleep, he says I look like a slob The bus breaks down and the motel's bad you're always in a stew You can't quit you're too far gone, you got the sho-biz blues I tried to love the ladies everywhere I went When I got down and out they wouldn't ever pay my rent If you crave your neighbour lights, the spotlight's right on you When it's time to get the catch with the sho-biz blues Now you can't sleep till two o'clock, you ain't no millionaire This entertaining lifestyle just seems to go nowhere You write a song it seems OK, they say it's nothin' new It don't take long to find you've got the sho-biz blues |
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| 5:06 |
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Slower baby wind it down
Go slower baby, when you move around It's the rule of not to lead It's the friction not the heat If you hold it right back You're on the right track Go slower baby, when you ride inside the sound Slower baby just let it slide When you roll a thing, you know it's gonna swing Put my mind at ease, you know you're such a tease Slower baby, just let it flow Go slower baby, you can make it grow Chill it to the womb let me drive it home Anticipation relaxation Slower baby Go slower baby Slower baby, wind it down Go slower baby, when you move around Slower baby Go slower baby Slower baby Go slower baby |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Down along the palm trees, in a south kind of bay There was a young woman, walked the beach every day She had long dark hair and a high heeled size She was full in the bosom, with dark brown eyes A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satan's lady She was the devil's nurse Fortune-teller sister long and bred Lay down next to you and stroke your head She had a way about her, it's hard to explain Brings chills to your body and blood to your veins A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satan's lady She was the devil's nurse She can make the sun rise and the sun set and the blues go away Turn light into darkness and night into day She was from a casualty sector, lost in the night A bonafide spiritual lady, a congo's delight A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satans' lady She was the Devil's nurse |
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| 3:06 |
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Cry me a tune in the morning, sing me the blues every night
Tell me that you really love me baby, and everything is alright Let me know how you're feeling, it don't even have to be true Just love me for ever, baby baby treat me like you used to Home, I've been away from home, I'm a travelling man Welcome me back any time, you are the only one who can Tell me that you really love me, even if it ain't true Just do anything, baby baby treat me like you used to Home, I've been away from home, I'm a travelling man Welcome me back any time, you are the only one who can Tell me that you really love me, even if it ain't true But do anything, baby baby treat me like you used to |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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Well we're living on borrowed time, Lord
Can you give us another day Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day Our chance of survival is slim, it's what they say Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee Our chance of survival is slim, many plea We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee Yes I've seen many people down on their knees to pray Yes I've seen many people on their knees to pray They say our chance of survival is slim, it's what they say Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day |
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| 7. |
| 3:05 |
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(J.J. Cale)
I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her little charms Wasting my life, just dreaming away No never again will I ever stray I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms Wasting my life, just dreaming away No never again will I ever stray I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers
Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom land Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables Brown dirt, growin' his grass Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Brown dirt, cover my body I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin' Brown dirt dry, you dust Brown dirt, I've been thinkin' We'll all come to you and we won't be the first Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Cover my body I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day If a stick moves, it's a snake If a water is still, it's a lake If you harm yourself, you know it hurts Final destination, brown dirt |
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| 9. |
| 4:25 |
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Shirley down the street she gets so lonesome
She calls around to men on the phone, some Hopin' one will show up at her door She don't care, just where they come from Where they've been, just if they want some Give it to her straight, she want to score She needs hard love Hard love She wants a hard love, just to make her day Handsome Bill sales cars for a livin' He's not the takin' kind, he's the givin' He likes his women real firm, and real tight Bill don't want no conversations, small talk or consultations He don't want no long relation just one night He needs a hard love He wants a hard love He needs a hard love, to make his day Chances are if you're feeling lonely And you miss your one and only You'll only care for that easy exercise You know what I'm talkin' about That no feeling in and out You gonna have to improvise If you want a hard love You need a hard love Hard love |
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| 2:50 | 
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| 2:52 |
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Wish i was a stocking clanging to your thigh
Everytime you'd move around i'd view you walking by Wish i was your underwear hanging around your waist Everytime you'd shake that thing i'd get a little taste Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, got to get closer, closer to you If i was a pair of boots i wouldn't have to beg I'd be satisfied just being around your leg When i am dreaming it takes so many trips I'd pretend that i'm a stick to decorate your lips Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, got to get closer, closer to you If i am a necklace hanging down your front When you feel the time was right i'd notice what you want Wish i was a silk shirt draped around your back Right next to your skin tryin' to make contact Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, closer, closer to you If i had my wishes, if i had my way I'd be all the same to you, each and everyday Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, closer, closer to you |
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| 4:03 |
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