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| 2:30 | 
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Square knees was asking for a reason
How can I go sleeping in a car I got red hot tires my tires are smokin' I'm so broke I don't wanna stop My gears are crying My gears are crying I got the ha hamburger ha hamburger I got the ha hamburger midnight blues Got a grease mother she's a holder finder Keeper of the scooter gas You gotta lift your tail and seal you fate Snort the crank your old man stashed And ride a tin can Ride a tin can street machine Square knees was asking for a reason How can I go sleeping in a car I got red hot tires my tires are smokin' I'm so broke I don't wanna stop My gears are crying My gears are crying I got the ha hamburger I got the ha hamburger I got the ha hamburger midnight blues |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel I had no money, my special friend was gone The TV set was busted so she went along I called room, room service, I'm down here on my knees A peach or a pear, or a coconut please, But they was cold Well it's been a month since I seen my girl Or a dime to make the call 'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by, Or I couldn't decide at all And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely And I wish the world would get off of my case And get on one of its own Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold That woman was freezing, freezing cold Well I tried everything to warm her up Now I'm living in this cold hotel 'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by, Or I couldn't decide at all Oh I'm mixed up, yes I'm mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely Of all the things I had to do I had to fall in love You know she's cold Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round My feet don't, feet don't even touch the ground don't be cold, don't be cold don't be cold, don't be cold |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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Buffalo'd in buffalo Entertained in Houston New York, yew nork, You gotta choose one Tripe face boogie Boogie my sneakers away I don't want your money Don't want your time Please don't hype me honey Or I'll give you back your dime Tripe face boogie Boogie my sneakers away I don't dig potato chips A can't dig torts Tripe my guacamole, baby Tripe my shorts Hype boogie Tripe boogie Hype boogie All night Long You bring your guitar and I'll bring the wine We'll blow out our speakers, just one more time Tripe face boogie -- Look Out! Give tripe face his way Look Out! Give tripe face his day Look Out! Give tripe face his way |
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| 4. |
| 2:57 |
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I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin' Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin' I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin' Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin |
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| 5. |
| 3:56 |
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I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And, underneath a street lamp I met a Southern Belle Well, she took me to the river where she cast her spell And, in that southern moonlight she sang the song so well If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her refrain And the nights we spent together, and the way she called my name If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland Well, it's been a year since she ran away - guess that guitar player sure could play She always liked to sing along - she's always handy with a song Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song And all the boys there at the bar began to sing along If you'll be my Dixie Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb And we can walk together down in Dixieland Down in Dixieland |
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| 6. |
| 2:32 |
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Oh I am just a vagabond
A drifter on the run And eloquent profanity It rolls right off my tongue And I have dined in palaces Drunk wine with Kings and Queens But darlin', oh darlin' You're the best thing I've ever seen Won't you roll me easy Oh slow and easy Take my independence With no apprehension,no tension You walki' talkin' dream paradise Sweet pair a' dice Well I been across this country From Denver to the ocean And I never met girls who could sing so sweet Like the angels that live in Houston Singin' "Roll me easy, so slow and easy... Play that Concertina,I'll be your temptress..." And baby I'm defenseless Singin' harmony In unison Sweet harmony Gotta hoist your flag and I'll beat your drum |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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Spotcheck Billy got down on his hands and knees He said "Hey mama, hey let me check your oil all right?" She said "No, no honey, not tonight. Come back Monday, come back Tuesday, and then I might" I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to? My Juanita I said Jaunita, my sweet chiquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die trying Throw me a line, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan Billy got so sad, dejected, put on his hat and start to run Runnin' down the street yelling at the top of his lungs "All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun" "All I want in this life and time is some hit and run" I said Juanita, my sweet Jaunita, what are you up to? My Jaunita I said Jaunita, my sweet chiquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Put my money in your meter baby so it won't run down But you caught me in the squeeze play on the cheesy side of town Throw me a dime, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan |
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| 8. |
| 3:16 |
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Look out child your bound to change, You can't ever stay the same Cause if you keep on singin' the same old lines You're going to look around babe and find your friend's out of town Watch out girl the words your sayin' don't really fit the play Somebody else you might talk to now Knows what you sayin' what you mean They don't help your style You might say you ain't got a hold on yourself You might say you always try your best You might say you only need a rest You might say you can only fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself Don't believe the words you read They're written on the street And every time you know you play their game They'll knock you down and take your pride away See how bad you need to cry But no matter how you try It's the same old story once again You always have number one who calls you friend I call you friend You might say you ain't got a hold on yourself You might say you always try your best You might say you only need a rest You might say you can only fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All, all that you dream Comes through shinin silver lining Clouds, clouds change the scene Rain starts washing all these cautions Right into your life, makes you realize Just what is true, what else can you do You just follow the rule Keep your eyes on the road that's ahead of you I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All of the good, good times were ours In the land of milk and honey And time, time adds its scars Rainy days they turn to sunny ones Livin' the life, livin' the life lovin' everyone I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more I've been down, but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more I've been down, but not like this before |
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| 10. |
| 4:18 |
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They got a place down Kentucky
Right down near Ohio Where you can watch the planes at night People line up to watch each flight I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout my red head dream If I could only see her tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you Well you can drop me off on Peachtree I got to feel that Georgia sun And the women there in Atlanta They make you awfully glad you come I said watchin' them planes I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinking 'bout my crazy dream If I could only be there tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you We make a day and how just you and me But the music plays all night They got the boogie band blowin' that's bound for hell And when they get to movin' they never stop You just keep on playin' that down home beat You just keep on layin' it down hot I wish I was on one I'm sittin' here thinkin' bout my red haired dream If I could only see her tonight Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta! I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you |
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| 11. |
| 3:37 |
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Hi roller and a lowball jack
Stuck outside trying to truck it on back Marooned on a lake, in a bad border town Watchin' the marks lay their money down Hey now Jack, say hi, here's a sight to see There's a queen of hears, and her fancy's free Ace in the hole, it feels so nice I'm just a fool, in a pair of dice So hi roller, you're a lowball Jack Stuck out of luck, get on back She said she's a winner, that was easy to see I told her there was something she could do for me, yeah Lady, oh lady, be the wild card in my hand I can't win for losing In this no man's land I been dealin' from the bottom The bottom of the deck Blind alleys and dead ends, it's a lousy Shipwreck |
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| 12. |
| 3:48 |
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Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Hear me well Seein' ain't always believin' Just make sure it's the truth that you're seein' Eyes sometimes lie, eyes sometimes lie They can be real deceivin' I got an Uncle in Puerto Rico Spends his days in the sun his nights in the casinos He left the States many years ago Took a fishin' boat to Puerto Rico Now my aunt, she is sad and lonely She'll never know that she drove him away As a coward I admire his courageous ways Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Some say my uncle, that he's a zero His life is as a shell, he left it back at Stateside I'd say he's doin' pretty well, without his shell Bumming 'round the beaches of Puerto Rico The beauty of the sunrise and sunset To his friends he wish he could tell They're at home still runnin' for bells Better San Juan than that blue collar hell Well they say time loves a hero but only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell |
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| 13. |
| 3:49 |
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They all asked about you Down on the farm The cows asked, the pigs asked The horses asked, too All wanna know why to the city You moved, changed your name to Kitty What's come over you? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou They's all bawling 'bout you Down on the farm The cows bawl, the pigs bawl The horses bawl, too Miss you so much that crying's All we can do Weeping and wailing, praying You'll come home soon It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou I hear you're working in a saloon I hear ya work from midnight 'til noon I might be from the woods But them hours don't sound so good What do you do in here barroom? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou You can't dance so I assume In a bag you couldn't carry a tune I might be from the woods But these hours don't sound so good What you doin' in here barroom? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou |
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| 14. |
| 4:31 |
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Rollin' down highway 95 Sailin' through her hometown countryside Move on over stand astride My cruise control's in overdrive Need to take my baby for a ride Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees Oh please, let it roll tonight Might be doin' more thahn fifty-five When I sit my baby right down by my side Where the rubber hit the road This rig don't dig no overload Come on, and let my baby ride Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees Oh please, let it roll tonight Now I know just how heaven feels When she reach beneath my big old steerin' wheel Dyna flow, power glide Bored and stroked, I'm satisfied When I take my baby for a ride Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees Oh please, let it roll tonight |
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| 3:29 |
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If you walk in right off the street
You can take the load right off your feet Mamma bring the menu to your seat But the bill of fare be short and sweet Won't find no etouffe Mamma never ever could cook that way She's all ancien regime No nouvell cuisine She cook gumbo A mighty Rad Gumbo It's the only way she can go Down at the Club Rad Gumbo Now the heads and shells stay in the stock She stirs her roux and really rocks One gallon shellfish stock or water Man this gumbo is made to order Two toes of garlic finely chopped Man this party just can't be stopped Mamma's pots are boiling, the band starts to blow Piano keys flying like Fats Domino She cook gumbo A mighty Rad Gumbo It's the only way she can go Down at the Club Rad Gumbo Oh no, no escargot, no cordon bleu This ain't the place to go lookin' for beef stew But if you like tender shrimp and rice If ya think ya can stand the spice She cook gumbo A mighty Rad Gumbo Now people comin from miles around To see what Mamma's puttin' down Everybody knows her name She in the seafood hall of fame I gotta get that recipe If it means the death of me Get my spyboy to sneak a look Into Mamma's book She cook gumbo A mighty Rad Gumbo It's the only way she can go Down at the Club Rad Gumbo She cook gumbo A mighty Rad Gumbo It's the only way she can go Down at the Club Rad Gumbo |
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| 5:32 |
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You can open the window
Where the sunset meets the sea Everything's for sale Everything's for free Sweet mother Mary Sells her fortunes well She's got all the answers Just might save you from hell Across the street at the bottomless cup You can drink and drink but you can Never get enough You can have yours with sweet and low You might even have the blues to go One shot Johnny Got a dog on a rope Goin' from table to table With a pocket full of hope Rodeo riders and scarlet women Lean against your walls The show they're waitin' for Is just three steps down the hall The of king of jive looks like the queen of please Makes his livin' on his hands and knees You give and you give 'till you give it all Oh, just think if these walls could talk, oh I've climbed so high And I've surely fell Every story has a hero Down at the Cadillac Hotel El Dorado Slim Works behind the desk Either day or night He can handle any request J. C.'s screamin' Bout turnin' water to wine Got all in a big brown bag In the lobby, just past nine, in an old Maytag The homeless and haunted and street Van Gogh's Lace their souls up tight Hang your coat on a fin, you finally got in Get ready for Cadillac night Across the street at the bottomless cup It's not about money, you can never get enough A handful of honesty, a fist full of pride It's not how you live, it's how you survive I've climbed so high And I've surely fell Every story has a hero Down at the Cadillac Hotel I've climbed so high And I've surely fell Ten thousand feet to zero Down at the Cadillac Hotel |
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| 4:07 |
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It's steamin'
and I'm screamin' down that red hot blacktop on cruise control and my tires are tired but I still got such a long way to go... 'till I'm coastin' back to that west coast north of movie town where my baby's waitin' holdin' down that home ground holdin' down that home ground when it's freezin' so cold in the mornin' ya know I really hate to go don't need no stage door jennie, no bad luck penny lookin' for a one night Romeo was a time I was crazy I played a fool... I was a clown now I got my baby Shes a holdin' down the home ground holdin' down the home ground This room service lifestyle it's OK for a while but a little homecookin' would sure bring a smile there was a caterer in decatur she once grabbed my eye but I came to my senses and passed on the my...my...my... Now I'm dreamin' bout that old coast highway the castles made of stone and the road through the mountain that's where I'm countin' on makin my turn for home I'm breakin' all the limits way past the speed of sound gettin' back with my baby Shes a holdin' down the home ground holdin' down the home ground holdin' down the home ground |
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