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> CHORUS
Panama Red, Panama Red, He'll steal your woman then he'll rob your head. Panama Red, Panama Red, His white horse Mescalino, comes breezin' thru town. Bet his woman's off in bed with ol' Panama Red. You just don't know when Red's in town, he keeps well hidden underground. Everybody's gettin' crazy fallin' out 'n' hangin' round. My woman said, ""Hey Pedro, you're actin' crazy like a clown."" Nobody feels like workin' Panama Red is back in town. CHORUS Everybody's lookin' out for him cause they know Red satisfies. Little girls love to listen to him sing & tell sweet lies. But when things get confusin' honey, you're better off in bed. Cause I'll be searchin' all the joints in town for Panama Red. CHORUS 2x |
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| 2. |
| 2:41 |
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Torbert
The door is there walk right in We'll all join heads and look within How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me Our ways in life have brought us here Ooh together now If we want we take a look We're gonna see how How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me A simple song a sing-a-long Ooh-ooh yeah If you want you sing along Ooh-ooh yeah How 'bout a country melody Mama cookin' somethin' to eat How 'bout a rock and roll jamboree You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me You know it's alright with me Ooh-ooh yeah Ooh-ooh yeah |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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Rowan
chorus: I'm just a lonesome l.a. cowboy, Hangin' out, hangin' on To your window ledge, callin' your name From midnight until dawn I been smokin' dope, snortin' coke, Tryin' to write a song Forgettin' everything I know ‘Til the next line comes along Forgettin' everything I know ‘Til the next line comes along There’s so many pretty people in the city, I swear some of them are girls I meet'em down at barney's beanery With their platform heels and spit curls I buy'em drinks, we smoke our hopes Try to make it one more night But when I'm left all alone at last I feel like I'll die from fright repeat chorus: Well, I know chris and rita, and marty mull Are meeting at the troubadour We'll get it on with the joy of cooking While the crowd crys out for more ‘Round six o'clock this morning I'll be gettin' kind of slow When all the shows are over, honey, Tell me, where do you think I go? repeat chorus |
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| 4. |
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| 5. |
| 2:52 |
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Dawson
The wee small hours of the morning get bigger pretty fast And the glow I felt at midnight, I thought that it would last The sun is slowly rising now into my bloodshot eyes But I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's One too many stories you've told One too many turns out on the road My love for you couldn't hold the load 'Cause that's one too many stories you've told Now a friendly bottle of whiskey ain't as good as your embrace But the bottle never told me any stories to my face So you find me here just drinkin', but for now it's got to suffice 'Cause I'm never again, never again, gonna believe your lies and that's One too many stories you've told One too many turns out on the road My love for you couldn't hold the load 'Cause that's one too many stories you've told I said that's one too many stories you've told |
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| 2:30 |
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Hunter
Do you think we can work it on out? Change the whole proposition about? I'm in no position for an act of sedition But I really love to scream and shout Half a loaf is better than a kick in the knee Is there gonna be some tea Or just more sympathy? I really got a pumper on the line this time It’s mine, mine, mine I ran to the king of creation I told him: save a bit for me The way things look I could have written the book You know I can hardly read Sally does your dog bite? no, no, no Keep him on a choke chain, reel him out slow Got a little place, call it my own It never really was a home Went to the college of evil, The smoke nearly drove me away I'd go crazy if I wasn’t so lazy, What more can I say? The white-face lydian judge Won’t you give a little one-two-three Him down on the corner Singing "little jack horner" But you gotta let the gravy be A whole loaf is better than a kick in the head If you tell me what you mean I'll tell you what I said I sent you for jelly, you come back with jam Who exactly do you think I am? |
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| 3:00 |
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| 8. |
| 2:13 |
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Allen-Sutton
Those heartaches now are on their way What makes you want to be that way You cheated on me and you lied You've put teardrops in my eyes Chorus: I found out what they say is true I hope someday that you'll be blue And then you'll know dear why I try With these teardrops in my eyes The news is out all over town That you've been seen out runnin' round I turned my head and gossip flies Cause it puts teardrops in my eyes Chorus: I found out what they say is true I hope someday that you'll be blue And then you'll know dear why I try With these teardrops in my eyes I never thought you'd let me down But now at last I understand You've wrecked my life and broke our vow You'll have to pay for it somehow Chorus: I found out what they say is true I hope someday that you'll be blue And then you'll know dear why I try With these teardrops in my eyes With these teardrops in my eyes |
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| 2:12 |
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| 10. |
| 2:22 |
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Torbert
Sailing on the ocean leaving all confusion Of who you are and what you want to be Sailing up the green wall laughing as the wind blows Singing, sliding down the other side Working in the sun having good hard fun When nighttime comes we'll rest and thank the day We thank the day Landing on an island I couldn't keep from smiling The people there were friendly as can be Livin' in an ocean of syncopated motion Laughing, singing all our cares away Working in the sun our days be spent in fun When nighttime comes we'll rest and thank the day We thank the day When nighttime comes we'll rest and thank the day We thank the day Sailing on the ocean leaving all confusion Of who you are and what you want to be Sailing up the green wall laughing as the wind blows Singing, sliding down the other side Working in the sun our days be spent in fun When nighttime comes we'll rest and thank the day Thank the day |
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| 2:33 |
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Dryden-Nelson
I live by the side of rolling oaks road Tract 25 just like the man showed it to me Nothin' to hide it, nothin' beside it I really can't fight it, the whole place is blighted with Cement, clay and glass Trees away, contractor's pay No delay, 10 units today Of cement, clay and glass Trees green, none to be seen You cut down the hills but you pay higher bills For your cement, clay and glass Cement, clay and glass I live by the side of rolling oaks road Tract 25 just like the man showed it to me There's nothin' to hide it, nothin' beside it I really can't fight it, the whole place is blighted with Cement, clay and glass Cement, clay and glass |
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