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| 1. |
| 4:20 | 
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Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things Money talks very loudly You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change They say it's the root of all evil They say gold is the king Money talks, you'd better believe it All that gold don't mean a thing Rich people, hear those pockets jingle Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry Money talks, tip-toe up behind you Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly Money talks Money talks Money talks Money talks |
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| 2. |
| 2:41 |
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Losers, we're just losers
Exclusive club that we're in Losers, we're just losers Why don't losers ever win Came in this morning to spread the word around Nobody wants to hear what a loser's putting down Losers, we're just losers Why don't losers ever win Been out a-wanderin', bad luck all around Can't you help a loser get up off the ground Losers, we're just losers Why don't losers ever win |
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| 3:56 |
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Hard times is about to get me
Hard times, they hurt my hands Hard times, it took my woman Hard times lead her to a richer man Caught in the middle of some fool's advice If you work real hard, you get a piece of the pie Can't you hear that laughing No, the jokes don't end Consider my resources, it's a hard time to eat Hard times, it's rough all around Hard times, it's all gonna end Hard times, just thinking about it Consider my resources, it's a hard time to eat Hard times Hard times Hard times |
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| 4. |
| 2:23 |
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One drink of whisky, one drink of gin
One drink of vodka and I told my friends Things don't seem quite like they used to As reality leaves, so does the blues One toke of reefer, a little cocaine One shot of morphine and things begin to change Things don't seem quite like they used to As reality leaves, so does the blues Up around here, back down again I've been up on top, don't bother, my friend Things don't seem quite like they used to As reality leaves, so does the blues |
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| 2:10 |
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I got myself together, got my tie on straight
Downtown, takin' care of business on the street Glen D's got that old piano on the road Blues is his bag, he's a funky soul Tim Drummond's on bass, Jim Keltner's on the drums They'll put it right on you for a shot of rum I'll tell you right now it's a funky beat Downtown, takin' care of business on the street We ain't very good but that's beside the point We're all right here trying to rock this joint Old mama Chip and the Spooner too Trying to hack a meet with you Christine Lakeland and Jimmy Karstein He's a rhythm fool, she's a guitar queen Let me tell you, my friend Richard is hot on the beat Downtown, takin' care of business on the street Oh, climb on board, Chad Hailey running 'round It's that Ashworth Dixie sound Hurry up mama 'cause we're all gonna meet Downtown, takin' care of business on the street |
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| 2:12 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Well, you can talk to the governor, talk to a prince Talk to a preacher or the president Some people lie, some people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely I had me a woman, love me to the end Two days later she was with another man Some people lie, some people lie and deceive But sometime later, they'll get theirs, yes sirree Well, I bought me a new car, a lemon, no doubt The wheels fell off, the salesman he was out People lie, people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely The bottom line, you understand When some people talk, you can't believe what they're saying People lie, people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely |
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Beating down the pavement, looking for a job I'll do anything except steal and rob Unemployment is something I can't use If you can't use me, can you tell me some good news I'll be pretty simple, hear just what I say I'll do anything to send these blues away Unemployment is something I can't use If you can't help me, can you tell us some good news You won't have to pay me overtime, overtime and all that You just tell me what time and where at Unemployment is something I can't use If you can't help me, can you tell me some good news I'll do anything at all, anything at all to be a friend You know I'm real prompt, I'm right on time Unemployment is something I can't use If you can't help me, can you tell me some good news |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Heard the one about your woman Lord, she's been messing 'round She's been stepping out on the street Lord, she's been hanging out Ain't nobody had her this week but it won't take long Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Walking downtown the other day A man put a gun in my back "Give me all you've got or I'll blow you away That's a fact, Jack" Woe me, misery, too much been going down Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Catch the next train out of here Goodbye, I'll see you, so long Time was I could face it here That was a long time ago I'll leave you very low, next time you won't see me at all Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me |
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| 9. |
| 2:16 |
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I've got teardrops in my tequila
I've got teardrops in my tequila Got Colorado, not enchiladas, on my mind Ain't it cold as hell in Santa Fe Makes me shiver to my toes Things ain't going well in Santa Fe, oh no Make them two tacos to go, senor I've got teardrops in my tequila I've got teardrops in my tequila Got Colorado, not enchiladas, on my mind Goodbye, see you later Santa Fe Then the freeway will take me home Where the air is clean, The open fields, the meadow green I won't be so all alone I've got teardrops in my tequila I've got teardrops in my tequila Got Colorado, not enchiladas, on my mind Goodbye, see you later Santa Fe |
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| 2:18 | 
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