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Yeah
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We're gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, Ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's Shore. Waiting for the Sun (3x) Can you feel it now that spring has come. And it's time to live in the scattered sun. Waiting for the Sun (3x, pause, again slower) Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... (2x) Waiting for you to - come along Waiting for you to - hear my song Waiting for you to - come along Waiting for you to - tell me what went wrong This is the strangest life I've ever known. YEAH! (Riff 8x) (Repeat second verse, Chorus 3x, then riff 2x, end). |
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| 2:51 |
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I really want you
Really do Really need you, baby God knows I do Cause I'm not real enough without you Oh, what can I do? You make me real You make me feel like lovers feel You make me throw away mistake and misery Make me free, love Make me free I really want you Really do Really need you, baby Really do Im not real enough without you Oh, what can I do? You make me real Only you, baby, have that appeal So let me slide in your tender sunken sea Make me free, love Make me free You make me real You make me feel like lovers feel You make me throw away mistake and misery Make me free, love Make me free Make me free You make me- Free |
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| 2:11 |
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I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me I was the only One in the world. Now I have found my girl. My girl awaits for me in tender time. My girl is mine, She is the world, She is my girl. La, la, la, la. My girl awaits for me in tender time. My girl is mine, She is the world,She is my girl. |
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| 3:09 |
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The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout People walking on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Everyone was hanging out Hanging up and hanging down Hanging in and holding fast Hope our little world will last Along came Mister Goodtrips Looking for a new ship Come on, people, better climb on board Come on, baby, now - going home Ship of fools Ship of fools The human race was dying out No one left to scream and shout People walking on the moon Smog gonna get you pretty soon Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools Climb on board now The ships gonna leave ya far behind Gotta climb on board Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools Ship of fools |
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| 4:09 |
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Grandma love a sailor
who sailed the frozen sea. Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his knee. He said, "Son, I'm going crazy From livin' on the land. Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign sands." This old man was graceful With silver in his smile. He smoked a briar pipe and He walked four country miles. Singing songs of shady sisters And old time liberty. Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free. Yea! I've got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread. I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead. Land ho! Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill. If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive. If I get my hand on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. Alright! Land ho! |
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| 4:16 |
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I'm a spy in the house of love,
I know the dream that you're dreamin' of, I know the word that you long to hear, I know your deepest secret fear. I'm a spy in the house of love, I know the dream that you're dreamin' of, I know the word that you long to hear, I know your deepest secret fear. I know ev'rything, Ev'rything you do, Ev'rywhere you go, Ev'ryone you know. I'm a spy in the house of love, I know the dream that you're dreamin' of, I know the word that you long to hear, I know your deepest secret fear. I know your deepest secret fear, I know your deepest secret fear. I'm a spy, I can see you What you do And I know. { Put by Tomasz Papszun [email protected] } |
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| 2:47 |
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She was a princess, Queen of the Highway.
Sign on the road said: "Take us to Madre." No one could save her, save the blind tiger. He was a monster, black dressed in leather. She was a princess, Queen of the Highway. Now they are wedded, she is a good girl Naked as children out in the Meadow, Naked as children, wild as can be, Soon to have offspring, start it all over. Start at all over. Formless hope it can continue a little while longer. American boy, American girl, Most beautiful people in the world! Son of a frontier Indian Swirl, Dancing thru the midnight whirl-pool Formless hope it can continue a little while longer. |
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| 2:34 |
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I love you, the best.Better than all the rest.I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer. Indian summer. That I meet in the summer. Indian summer. I love you, the best. Better than all the rest. |
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| 10. |
| 4:24 |
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Ms. Maggie M'Gill,
She lived on a hill. Her daddy got drunk And left her the will. So she went down, Down to Tangie Town. People down there Really like to get it on. Now if you're sad, And you're feeling blue. Go out and buy a Brand new pair of shoes. And you go down, Dow to Tangie Town. 'Cause people down there Really like to get it on. Get it on. Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star. Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star. Mom met dad in the back Of a Rock n' Roll car. Well, I'm an old blues man And I think that you understand. I've been singing the blues Ever since the world began. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill. |
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