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| 1. |
| 3:50 | 
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Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doin' all right Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should Drums beatin' cold, English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doin' all right You should have heard him just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should Brown Sugar, how come you dance so good Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her girlfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school boy but I know what I like You should have heard them just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! How come you, how come you dance so good Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! Just like a, just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It's just that demon life has got you in its sway Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me... It's just that demon life has got me... |
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| 3. |
| 5:44 |
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Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am, You know I can't let you slide through my hands Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away, Wild, wild horses, Couldn't drag me away... I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines, Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away, Wild, wild horses, Couldn't drag me away... I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie, I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken tears must be cried, Let's do some living after we die Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away, Wild, wild horses, We'll ride them someday Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away, Wild, wild horses, We'll ride them someday |
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| 4. |
| 7:15 |
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Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep? Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys Alright now Hear me ringing big bell tolls Hear me singing soft and low I've been begging on my knees I've been kickin', help me please Hear me prowlin' I'm gonna take you down Hear me growlin' Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now Hear me howlin' And all, all around your street now Hear me knockin' And all, all around your town |
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| 5. |
| 2:34 |
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You gotta move
You gotta move You gotta move, child You gotta move Oh, when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You may be high You may be low You may be rich, child You may be poor But when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You see that woman Who walks the street You see that police Upon his beat But then the Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move |
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| 6. |
| 3:37 |
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Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doin' all right Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should Drums beatin' cold, English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doin' all right You should have heard him just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should --- Saxophone --- Brown Sugar, how come you dance so good Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her girlfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school boy but I know what I like You should have heard them just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! How come you, how come you dance so good Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! Just like a, just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!! |
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| 7. |
| 3:54 |
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As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you, yeah Every night you've been away I've sat down and I have prayed That you're safe in the arms of a guy Who will bring you alive Won't drag you down with abuse In the silk sheet of time I will find peace of mind Love is a bed full of blues And I've got the blues for you And I've got the blues for you And I'll bust my brains out for you And I'll tear my hair out I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you If you don't believe what I'm singing At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well I'm singing my song for you |
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| 8. |
| 5:35 |
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Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh you see that I'm not that strong The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I doing in this place? Why does the doctor have no face? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor Ah, Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score. Well it just goes to show things are not what they seem Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams. Oh can't you see I'm fading fast? And that this shot will be my last. Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hands on my head Ah come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead You can sit around and you can watch all the clean white sheets stained red. |
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| 9. |
| 4:05 |
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Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Cause you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another girl to take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the US mail Say it with dead flowers in my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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| 5:56 |
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When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights pass slow Don't the nights pass slow The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad day on the road I am just living to be dying by your side But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes Gonna warm my bones Gonna warm my bones I got silence on my radio Let the air waves flow Let the air waves flow Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down you moonlight mile Let it go now, come on up babe Yeah, let it go now Yeah, flow now baby Yeah move on now yeah Yeah, I'm coming home 'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Down the road, down the road |
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