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I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis.
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. I played a divorcee in New York City. I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses. She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
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| 3. |
| 5:00 |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didn't wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss ev'ry night and day. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy. Baby, won't ya keep me happy. Baby, please keep me I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone. Never got a lift out of Lear jets, When I can fly way back home. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. |
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| 5. |
| 4:35 |
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Hot stuff, hot stuff
Can't get enough Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough The music is mighty, mighty fine Hot stuff Play it rough Cause music is want I want To keep my body always moving Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff Everyday I get another dose I can't stand it when the music stops Hot stuff Everybody on the dance floor You know what I'm talking about Music make you forget all your trouble Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world So what? Hot stuff I want to tell all my friends in London There ain't nothing wrong with you But you'd better shape up Shake it up, your hot stuff All the people in New York City I know you all going broke But I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuff To everybody in Jamaica That's working in the sun Your hot, your hot stuff Shake it up, hot stuff |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City Where you do belong Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to Fun City, girl I'm gonna make you scream all night Honey, honey, call me on the telephone I know you're movin' out to Hollywood With your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine Got to get you in their books And lead guitars and movie stars Get their tongues beneath your hood Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's Now that's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute I bet you keep your pussy clean Honey, I miss your two tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to New York, girl Gonna make you scream all night Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For givin' head to Steve McQueen Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair Fallin' through the Silver Screen Honey, I'm open to anything I don't know where to draw the line Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get John Wayne before he dies Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yes you are A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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Women think I'm tasty,
but they're always tryin' to waste me And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', You know you know the duece is still wild. Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Don't you see the time flashin' by. Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, You can be my partner in crime. But baby, I can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, Playin' the field ev'ry night. Baby, can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' (dice), Roll me and call me the tumblin' (Got to roll me.) dice. Got to roll me. Got to roll me. |
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| 8. |
| 5:17 |
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Fingerprint file, you get me down
You keep me running Know my way around. Yes, you do, child Fingerprint file, you bring me down Keep me running You keep me on the ground Know my moves Way ahead of time Listening to me On your satellite Feeling followed Feeling tagged Crossing water Trying to wipe my tracks And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down You better watch out On your telephone Wrong number They know you ain't home And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down Who's the man on the corner that corner over there I don't know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out Keep on the look out Electric eyes Rats on the sell out Who gonna testify You know my habits Way a head of time Listening to me On your satellite And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down It gets me down Hello, baby, mm-hmm Ah, yeah, you know we ain't, we ain't talkin' alone Who's listening? Well I don't really know But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight 'Cause I know they takin' pictures on the ultraviolet light Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it's all secrecy; no privacy Shoot first, that' s right... you know Bye bye. Right now somebody is listening to you Keeping their eyes peeled on you Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay All right. Good night, sleep tight |
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| 9. |
| 4:19 |
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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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| 7:43 |
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I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you find You get what you need We went down to the demonstration To get your fair share of abuse Singing, |
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| 6:28 |
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Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yes Everything gonna be alright Oh yeah, yeah Now when I was a young boy At the age of five My mother said I'll be The greatest man alive And now I'm a man I'm over twenty-one You better believe me, baby And I'll say, we can have lots of fun I'm a man Huh huh huh huh huh A man Oh yeah Oh yeah (oh yeah) Oh yeah The line I shoot Will never miss And when I make love to you baby You just can't resist Ooh, ain't that man Spelled "M" "A" child "N" No "be |
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| 2. |
| 5:40 |
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| 3. |
| 4:40 |
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I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the farm yard upset in every way The dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl Dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl Watch out strange cat people Little red rooster's on the prowl If you see my little red rooster Please drive him home If you see my little red rooster Please drive him home Ain't had no peace in the farm yard Since my little red rooster's been gone |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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| 5. |
| 4:31 |
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If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win ya, if I could sing ya A love song so divine Would it be enough for your cheating heart If I broke down and cried? If I cried? I said I know it's only rock 'n' roll but I like it I know it's only rock 'n' roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it I said cant you see that this old boy has been a lonely? If I could stick a knife in my heart Suicide right on stage Would it be enough for your teenage lust Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain? If I could dig down deep in my heart Feelings would flood on the page Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane I said I know its only rock 'n' roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely? And do ya think that you're the only girl around? I bet you think that you're the only woman in town I said I know it's only rock 'n' roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock 'n' roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock 'n' roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do Oh, well, I like it, I like it. I like it... |
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| 3:11 |
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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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| 4:03 |
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I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, I was schooled with a strap right across my back, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas |
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| 8. |
| 7:51 |
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Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans soul and faith And I was round when jesus christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, Who killed the kennedys? When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me lucifer cause Im in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah |
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