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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
These are the words
That cry out of me in the night Like a buffalo herd From a shotgun blast scattered in flight I got a one track mind Going down a one train line Living on dreams half the time Going West I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest The coal catches fire I'm down the wire in a flash That big old smoke stack Is belching out black smoke and ash So sad to think of Hurting the one you love But surely that's what leaving does You'd know best I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest Your love is my rest We pass through the land Of Custer's last stand And I grin So this is where old Yellow Hair's Ghost dance begins I got the blood on my hands Can't even live where I stand I'm just a traveling man Cursed or blessed I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest Your love is my rest Your love is my rest |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup Right through the kitchen floor You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell Your smart ass door to door And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son And you keep it hid Just like your did So you go to work just to watch some jerk Pick up the perks You were in line to get And the guy that hired you just got fired, Your job's expired They just ain't told you yet So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels To show your family just how great you feel Acting like a kid Just like your dad did And BRIDGE: You're a chip off the old block Why does it come as such a shock That every road up which you rock Your dad already did Yeah you've seen the old man's ghost Come back as creamed chipped beef on toast Now if you dont get your slice of the roast You're gonna flip your lid Just like your dad did, just like your dad did Well the day was long now, supper's on The thrill is gone But something's taking place Yeah the food is cold and your wife feels old But all hands fold As the two year old says grace She says help the starving children to get well But let my brother's hamster burn in hell You love your wife and kids Just like your dad did |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup
Right through the kitchen floor You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell Your smart ass door to door And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son And you keep it hid Just like your did So you go to work just to watch some jerk Pick up the perks You were in line to get And the guy that hired you just got fired, Your job's expired They just ain't told you yet So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels To show your family just how great you feel Acting like a kid Just like your dad did And You're a chip off the old block Why does it come as such a shock That every road up which you rock Your dad already did Yeah you've seen the old man's ghost Come back as creamed chipped beef on toast Now if you dont get your slice of the roast You're gonna flip your lid Just like your dad did, just like your dad did Well the day was long now, supper's on The thrill is gone But something's taking place Yeah the food is cold and your wife feels old But all hands fold As the two year old says grace She says help the starving children to get well But let my brother's hamster burn in hell You love your wife and kids Just like your dad did |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup
Right through the kitchen floor You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell Your smart ass door to door And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son And you keep it hid Just like your did So you go to work just to watch some jerk Pick up the perks You were in line to get And the guy that hired you just got fired, Your job's expired They just ain't told you yet So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels To show your family just how great you feel Acting like a kid Just like your dad did And You're a chip off the old block Why does it come as such a shock That every road up which you rock Your dad already did Yeah you've seen the old man's ghost Come back as creamed chipped beef on toast Now if you dont get your slice of the roast You're gonna flip your lid Just like your dad did, just like your dad did Well the day was long now, supper's on The thrill is gone But something's taking place Yeah the food is cold and your wife feels old But all hands fold As the two year old says grace She says help the starving children to get well But let my brother's hamster burn in hell You love your wife and kids Just like your dad did |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
When that howling wind
Comes to carry you again Just like your next of kin You must go To a far away place Where you don't recognize one face Don't unpack your old suitcase Cause you must go You must go and you must ramble Through every briar and bramble Till your life is in a shambles Maybe then you will know You were born to blunder Born to wander, born to wonder Even when you're six feet under There's place That you must go It is something you done Are you loyal to no one Turn your back on the sun And you must go It it something she said You keep this all up in your head Now your face is turning red And you must go You must go and you must ramble Through every briar and bramble Till your life is in a shambles Maybe then you will know You were born to blunder Born to wander, born to wonder Even when you're six feet under There's place That you must go Love is in the air You can smell it everywhere Its in your clothes, it's in her hair Ah, you better get out of there It's gonna take a midnight train To straighten out your winding brain Like a snake in the rain You must go You must go and you must ramble Through every briar and bramble Till your life is in a shambles Maybe then you will know You were born to blunder Born to wander, born to wonder Even when you're six feet under There's place That you must go |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
Dry your eyes pretty girl
I just got news from the outside world I dont know how they got our names But yesterday this letter came: Mr. and Mrs. Resident Dweller, your lucky number is You may already be a winner I've suspected this for years Still in all its good to hear They're pulling for us in the post To you my dear, I raise this toast A house of our dreams, an El Dorado, a ten-speed blender You may already be a winner Now Ive never counted my chickens before they're hatched And I know there is always a catch But I've felt from the start that our hearts were the perfect match I know you're tired of the same old dress I know the car's been repossessed I know this house is just a shack But there's this love we cant hold back Would you like a beer with your TV dinner? Oh, my darling, you may already be a winner |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
There's a dead girl's body
By the railroad track She's waiting for a train Jimmy left town like a fade to black In his Camero in the rain She wrote it down and burned it Jimmy loves who knows who Well he wasn't from around this town And mister neither are you She was listening into that Monon line For the Wabash Cannonball Put your head on the rail And you can hear her whine Just like a caterwaul She wrote it down and burned it She clutched it flaming to her chest It said Jimmy loves cars And Jimmy loves trains Ah but Jimmy, Jimmy loves me best There's a dead girl's body By the railroad track Waiting for a train Well I guess Jimmy never did come back In his Camaro in the rain She wrote it down and burned it Yeah the only way I know You could still read some words In the ashes there But she could not watch him go She wrote it down and burned it |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
She was a woman sawed in half
It was done by a bad magician There was a point at which she just had to laugh You could appreciate her position Her legs in one way, and her head another She just kept thinking about walking away They tried to put her back together underneath the cover But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way She was a woman sawed in half Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow's headline (Buzz awhile..) She was a woman sawed in half It was done by a bad magician Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn't have to ask She was gonna have to make her own decisions Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen He played his musical saw in the streets of San Diego Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in Tijuana She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in Bombay Now a woman's gonna do exactly what a woman's gonna Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn't have it any other way She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say REPEAT VERSE |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
I've been too long with my nose in a book
I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something I call The wintertime blues I wanna hear those mockingbird wings I want gravy on everything Lovin' in the kitchen What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of These ol' wintertime blues Cold as snot with a big frozen smile Ain't foolin' nobody after a while Time to let the cat out I've got a real short fuse I'm just about to blow up These ol' wintertime blues There's no spring There was never any spring Spring's a long gone thing There won't ever be a spring no more At least that's the way it feels when your Skin is cracked and peeled And you've been livin' under Sixty pounds of blanket And the snow's drifting up to your window And you're out of firewood And the wolf is howling at your door Three hours of day light And all of them gray The suicide prevention group has all run away I'm running out of groceries I ain't got no rubber shoes Bring the bacon baby I got the wintertime blues I could cut a hole in the floor Catch you a fish by a quarter to four But I'm stuck up this mountain Where I got a bird's eye view Of couple more months of these Ol' wintertime blues And it's a one, two My lips are turning blue Come on over baby What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of These ol' wintertime blues And it's three, four I'm stiff as Al Gore Come on over baby What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of these ol' Wintertime blues Well, it's the same old drill For Punxsutawney Phil If he sees his own shadow I'm shootin' to kill Come on over baby I stand accused There's a man going crazy up here With the wintertime blues |
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from The Country Bears (컨트리 베어스) by Christopher Young [ost] (2002)
There's a town down the road
Where I ain't been before Nobody knows my name Or what I'm lookin' for Maybe things will be a little different 'Cause they can't stay the same I'm gonna ease on down the road Where nobody knows my name I've got to keep the dust a movin' Up around my heels There might be a change for me Just over that distant field Even when the past comes callin' Lookin' for somebody to blame I'll be easin' on down the road Where nobody knows my name When the burnin' sun surrenders Will he still remember me? I never told him I was goin' Out where the wind is blowin' free If he thinks about me tonight I know, he won't miss the pain 'Cause I'll be takin' it down the road Where nobody knows my name When the burnin' sun surrenders Will he still remember me? I never told him I was goin' Out where the wind is blowin' free If he thinks about me tonight I know he won't miss the pain I'll be takin' it down the road Where nobody knows my name I'm gonna ease on down the road Where nobody knows my name |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
On that fiery day, when the
towers gave way New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke Many heroes died, trying to save someone inside When New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And I was there that day, and I don't know what to say Except New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And the daylight felt dark, F-16's over Central Park When New York had her heart broke We were dazed in the streets, from the blood and dust and heat When New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And the world changed that day, forever some will say When New York had her heart broke In a million years, she couldn't cry more tears New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke Ah, but she will rise again. |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
We made a pact
Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true Promising to see it through Then we headed due southwest Across the muscle shoals We slid down a riverbank In the pouring rain giving thanks For the strength just to carry on Through the fog and the cold There at the water's edge She tugged my arm And I nodded my head Just one more step And that river took a hold When my love crosses over I'm coming over too To cross that mighty river that's before us To the new western world Mountains high and plain unfurled Desert stretching out To touch the californias We said we'd never look back We never have and that's a fact That Mississippi washed us clean Down to the bone The journey's been long my friend Hell, you never know what state you're in Yeah, but the unknown It's always the unknown When my love crosses over I'm coming over too To cross that mighty river that's before us To the new western world Mountains high and plain unfurled Desert stretching out To touch the californias I lost track of you a while But you were waiting for me with a smile Made me feel like a little child With a brand new view Let's do it all over babe It'd just be another trip we made When my love crosses over I'm coming too |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
Someone called out to you
And it sounded just like crying On a street where nobody Even knows your name Your mind was getting high on the sweet air As your spirit was flying Steam rising from the sidewalks Of New Orleans after an evening rain Steam rising from the sidewalks After an evening rain And it only made the heat Feel like it was walking even closer As you headed up St. Charles To catch a streetcar named Desire Young couple struggling in the doorway Like he was trying to force her In the distance you swore You could hear them open fire Tires squealing in the distance As you heard them open fire Walk on, walk on Don't look back Don't ask questions Don't you try to understand Walk on, walk on Straight back down to your hotel room Where she lies waiting for her man You're so afraid you might be losing love That is makes you worry And you wonder if she's ever seen this Kind of fear in you And you think of that young couple In the doorway And it makes you hurry You wonder what kind of fear They might be living through Yeah you wonder if They saw that fear in you Walk on, walk on Don't look back Don't ask questions Don't you try to understand Walk on, walk on Straight back down to your hotel room Where she lies waiting for her man |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
Whatever you don't follow that shot, she rang those words out with all she got
With a baby and the laundry in the Chevrolet, well he thought about following anyway But he drove 'em to the strip mall laundromat, In his three day beard and his red man hat Trudy washed their bell bottom jeans, while that baby just sat there lookin' mean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Well David put a match to a Lucky Strike And the smoke curled up 'round his head how he liked, It made him feel a little mysterious 'Til Trudy said "David honey, what about us?" So he thought about them and those shots ringing out And other things he shouldn't be thinking about Like how it wasn't them at all, just life that was mean And how a twenty dollar pistol made him feel so clean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Didn't mean to do it baby, but I did it for love The same shot his Daddy heard before him A shot that can really blow you away And when it is fired his mama told him " David, you'll follow it to your grave" Well Trudy and Dave, those crazy kids Had a baby of their own and you heard what they did In the middle of a strip mall shots rang out Shots heard all over the world no doubt 'Cause it was there in the paper the very next day 'Bout a couple and a baby and a Chevrolet Who shot up an automatic teller machine Took the money for the laundry and drove away clean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I've been riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain Just another good old boy going home And every town I see, seems to take a part of me That's a price that you pay when you roam And I lie when I have to And I cry when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham I got holes in both my shoes And a guitar full of blues A one-way ticket for a remedy It's the same old lonesome song I've been singing all night long Hey porter, are we out of Tennessee And I cry when I have to And I lie when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham Every year I ride this train To Alabama in the rain When I get that lonesome feeling in my bones But I never get to Birmingham But getting there is not the plan No, I just like the feel of going home And I lie when I have to And I cry when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
An empty house Is the only thing standin' Between our lives And the speed of sound Some words flew out And made a crash landin' No love survived Not a trace could be found: I broke your heart With the back of my mind From the tip of my tongue To the end of the line I walked away And you stood there tremblin' Like a leaf In the autumn chill Now this house won't say, no What I'm still rememberin' Three angry words And a love that they killed BRIDGE: You couldn't say how much it hurt you And I couldn't see the damage I'd done 'Til I watched the greatest love I've known All come down to a slip of the tongue Well I'd take it back But time won't let me No, time just takes You further away I watched you pack A house full of memories Where did you go Lord, what did I say? |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
An empty house
Is the only thing standin' Between our lives And the speed of sound Some words flew out And made a crash landin' No love survived Not a trace could be found I broke your heart With the back of my mind From the tip of my tongue To the end of the line I walked away And you stood there tremblin' Like a leaf In the autumn chill Now this house won't say, no What I'm still rememberin' Three angry words And a love that they killed I broke your heart With the back of my mind From the tip of my tongue To the end of the line You couldn't say how much it hurt you And I couldn't see the damage I'd done 'Til I watched the greatest love I've known All come down to a slip of the tongue Well I'd take it back But time won't let me No, time just takes You further away I watched you pack A house full of memories Where did you go Lord, what did I say? I broke your heart With the back of my mind From the tip of my tongue To the end of the line |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I wake in the morning
Out of my mind And I used to live for That morning sunshine Now I hide in the darkness It's all I can do 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you I can't go out walking I can't go to sleep And I can't stop thinking 'Bout the promise I keep I won't love another If it's the last thing I do 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you My friends are so wrong When they say just go on And I said where to and what for They don't understand I'm a shell of a man With no love to give anymore 'Till hell freezes over 'Till heaven skates by 'Till heartaches stops hurting In the blink of an eye 'Till these teardrops I'm crying Turn to sweet morning dew 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird There's a burial ground Beneath a cattle herd Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird We're from Pennsylvania Welsh men of words My daddy drove a Desoto I drive a Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She's the voice of the future Baby, have you heard Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird Got electric windows Tilt away wheel Slide across the bucket seat For that sexy leather feel of My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird From the old Volkswagen Back to the Model T A lot of men died Just so you could ride with me in My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She drives like a dream Baby rest assured It don't get any better than a Thunderbird My daddy was a salesman My brother was too I would sell anything Just to try to stay with you But not my Thunderbird No not my Thunderbird Willy Loman's saying something I can't hear a word I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird They make 'em that way Yeah they make 'em that way Well they make 'em that way Yeah they make 'em that way Well they make 'em that way |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float To an angel bending down To wrap you in her warmest coat And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." Still you argue for an option Still you angle for your case Like you wouldn't know a burning bush If it blew up in your face Yeah, we scheme about the future And we dream about the past When just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lasts And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." So whatever your hands find to do You must do with all your heart There are thoughts enough To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart There's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhere To lift you high As music flying Through the angel's hair. Don't ask what you are not doing Because your voice cannot command In time we will move mountains And it will come through your hands |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Is this a place I can rest my poor head
To gather my thoughts in sweet silence Is this a place where the feelings aren't dead From an overexposure to violence And is this a place I can slowly face The only one I truly can know These are tears from a long time ago I got these tears from a long time ago I need to cry 30 years or so These are tears from a long time ago Oh Darling, oh darling, say unto me Where have you been all my lifetime Well I have been swimmin' the seven sad seas Fair women have thrown me their lifelines And I just pulled them on to the water's dark grin I'd have warned 'em but I didn't know These are tears from a long time ago I've got these tears from a long time ago I need to cry 30 years or so These are tears from a long time ago Well, I've cried me a river, I've cried me a lake I've cried till the past nearly drowned me Tears for sad consequences Tears for mistakes But never these tears that surround me Alone in this place with a lifetime to trace And a heartbeat that tells me it's so I've got these tears from a long time ago These are tears from a long time ago And I need to cry 30 years or so These are tears from a long time ago These are tears from a long time ago I've got these tears from a long time ago |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
Don't have to humble yourself to me I ain't your judge or your king And baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba And we may not even have our dignity, no This could be just a prideful thing But baby, we can choose you know, we ain't no amoebas But: Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love And you ain't some icon carved out of soap Sent down here to clean up my reputation And baby, I ain't your prince charming Now we can live in fear, or act out of hope For some kind of peaceful situation Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming But The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans And glide off down the lake Whether your sunglasses are off or on You only see the world you make Before the laws of God and the laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah To love, honour, cherish and obey, Now, I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life, no It just worked out that way And TWICE Just a crazy little thing called love Its justs a crazy little thing called love |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king And baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba And we may not even have our dignity, no This could be just a prideful thing But baby, we can choose you know, we ain't no amoebas But Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love And you ain't some icon carved out of soap Sent down here to clean up my reputation And baby, I ain't your prince charming Now we can live in fear, or act out of hope For some kind of peaceful situation Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming But Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans And glide off down the lake Whether your sunglasses are off or on You only see the world you make Before the laws of God and the laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah To love, honour, cherish and obey, Now, I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life, no It just worked out that way And Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love Just a crazy little thing called love Its justs a crazy little thing called love |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Oh the river knows your name
And your tears falling like the rain All around you suffering and pain Oh the river knows your name And the river hears you cry As the lightning cracks the open sky As your Momma sings a lullaby Oh the river she knows why Let the river wash you down Beneath the surface With a rushing sound Like a freight train passing through a town Let the river wash you down Let the river take away All the words That you and I could never say In the silence Darling let us pray Let the river take it all away Oh the river knows your name From the Brazos to the Wabash To the Seine No two journeys Are ever quite the same But the river knows your name Oh the river knows your name |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
Oh the river knows your name
And your tears falling like the rain All around you suffering and pain Oh the river knows your name And the river hears you cry As the lightning cracks the open sky As your Momma sings a lullaby Oh the river she knows why Let the river wash you down Beneath the surface With a rushing sound Like a freight train passing through a town Let the river wash you down Let the river take away All the words That you and I could never say In the silence Darling let us pray Let the river take it all away Oh the river knows your name From the Brazos to the Wabash To the Seine No two journeys Are ever quite the same But the river knows your name Oh the river knows your name |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
You're a little on the thin side But that's alright You stood by me baby When I didn't think we'd ever see daylight Rolled out of California Like a couple of thieves Now we're rolling in clover babe We didn't read this in no tea leaves My fate was sealed before I met you darling I was halfway down a shallow grave So little room for you to catch me falling Still you took the little love I saved: I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl It's a matter of opinion But I think you're fine As a matter of fact babe They couldn't hold a candle to your kind If all men are equal This must be against the law 'Cause I can't help but feeling I'm one up on my brother when night falls 'Cause in your arms I get the real love story No fairy tale from somewhere back in time In the dawn you're like a morning glory Opening up for my sweet light to shine |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
You're a little on the thin side
But that's alright You stood by me baby When I didn't think we'd ever see daylight Rolled out of California Like a couple of thieves Now we're rolling in clover babe We didn't read this in no tea leaves My fate was sealed before I met you darling I was halfway down a shallow grave So little room for you to catch me falling Still you took the little love I saved I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl It's a matter of opinion But I think you're fine As a matter of fact babe They couldn't hold a candle to your kind If all men are equal This must be against the law 'Cause I can't help but feeling I'm one up on my brother when night falls 'Cause in your arms I get the real love story No fairy tale from somewhere back in time In the dawn you're like a morning glory Opening up for my sweet light to shine I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl I wanna thank you girl |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in When we landed in Memphis like original sin Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in When we landed in Memphis like original sin Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
You told me you'd hold me
Now I know better All you did fold me honey Like a dear John letter You put me in a box With God and his uncle Like a pair of gym socks Lookin' like Artie Garfunkle You took my heart The check's in the mail We'll do lunch when you get out of jail Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way You took me for a ride Well, I'm crawling out of this gutter You hurt me down inside What was that you muttered Somethin' bout wishing on a star for a fish out of water Well, I know who you are Your Gepetto's wicked daughter This hurts you more that it hurts me You never inhale, yeah, and cops eat free Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way Sure Pinocchio What hurts me makes you stronger Sure Pinocchio That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer You took my heart The check's in the mail We'll do lunch when you get out of jail Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man It never hit me: I've been running ever since I took a stand And this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Since you were mine That autumn chill sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone And we still had February frozen on the phone Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue? Love calls, but do we really live the time we're running through? Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep 'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind Looking back I find like a river it unwinds Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel - Running straight outta time, but my love's still real Now I see you- you're looking pretty in your summer dress I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you're looking fine Is it me? Was I ever in your heart or on your mind? Cause I'm running outta time I'm running straight outta time Were you ever mine? |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man It never hit me: I've been running ever since I took a stand And this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Since you were mine That autumn chill sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone And we still had February frozen on the phone Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue? Love calls, but do we really live the time we're running through? Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep 'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind Looking back I find like a river it unwinds Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel - Running straight outta time, but my love's still real Now I see you- you're looking pretty in your summer dress I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you're looking fine Is it me? Was I ever in your heart or on your mind? Cause I'm running outta time I'm running straight outta time Were you ever mine? |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I stood up for the first time When I was just eleven months old And ever since that day, my mama said I never done what I was told I never stood for nothing too much All through my schooling years But I stood as much as I could stand I guess that's why I'm still standing here Yes, and: I stood up When love called my name, baby I stood up Even when that love was all in vain, baby I got stood up once And left out in the pouring rain, baby But I stood up And I'd do it again I guess she never understood what she could do With all her flaming red hair But I could not stand the heat in her kitchen So, Jack, I got out of there I stood up to get a pack of cigarettes Down at the corner store New she's standing in some corner of my heart Behind the kitchen screen door I don't know about you But there's a lot of things I never stood up to Even as I turned and walked away I guess that's why I'm standing on my own two feet today Now they gave last call for alcohol And no one has to carry me home You see I only work here now man My drinking days are long gone I couldn't stand up after one, no 'Til twenty had me down on the floor Now the first one doesn't get me Even though I'm still the last one out the door |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I stood up for the first time
When I was just eleven months old And ever since that day, my mama said I never done what I was told I never stood for nothing too much All through my schooling years But I stood as much as I could stand I guess that's why I'm still standing here Yes, and I stood up When love called my name, baby I stood up Even when that love was all in vain, baby I got stood up once And left out in the pouring rain, baby But I stood up And I'd do it again I guess she never understood what she could do With all her flaming red hair But I could not stand the heat in her kitchen So, Jack, I got out of there I stood up to get a pack of cigarettes Down at the corner store New she's standing in some corner of my heart Behind the kitchen screen door I stood up When love called my name, baby I stood up Even when that love was all in vain, baby I got stood up once And left out in the pouring rain, baby But I stood up And I'd do it again I don't know about you But there's a lot of things I never stood up to Even as I turned and walked away I guess that's why I'm standing on my own two feet today Now they gave last call for alcohol And no one has to carry me home You see I only work here now man My drinking days are long gone I couldn't stand up after one, no 'Til twenty had me down on the floor Now the first one doesn't get me Even though I'm still the last one out the door I stood up When love called my name, baby I stood up Even when that love was all in vain, baby I got stood up once And left out in the pouring rain, baby But I stood up And I'd do it again |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
Maybe your mama didn't treat you right,
Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe they were too Out on the open road And wonderin' what to do You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now It takes what it takes, that's what they told us girl We've done a lot of dumb things, we'll probably do some more On two different paths, runnin' 'round in different worlds We finally found each other, who we were lookin' for Now I see my own reflection When I give my love to you And it's shot back like an arrow So straight and true You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now I'm not leavin' baby The future's comin' right here and now And maybe tomorrow we can't take it I'm not grievin' baby anymore The past is gone And we can't fake it, so baby let's make it With this love of ours somehow A little bit of fear, you know it goes a long way It's followed us around since we were little kids With just a little faith, well maybe baby someday We will find the strength, the strength to forgive It don't come all of a sudden But when it comes at last You could blink your eyes and miss it It happens so fast You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from The Rookie (2002)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
Oh what have you done with your life
Oh please don't tell me Just shut up and go to work Cause you're interrupting me I won't represent the U.S. In the summer olympics My character's questionable My life is a broken record I'm shredding the document I'm keeping my mouth shut I'm running on radio silence I'm letting the record speak I'm shredding the document The switchboard is lighting up I'm not taking anymore calls Well maybe from larry King And I don't know who killed who I'm having a sex change To a woman who loves too much My sister's a petty thief I doctored the evidence Yeah it was a cover up I want to stay wrapped in my blanket And never get out of bed I'm shredding the document I'm keeping my mouth shut I'm running on radio silence I'm letting the record speak I'm shredding the document The switchboard is lighting up I'm not taking anymore calls Well maybe from larry King All rumor and innuendo An Eagles reunion The 20th century's closing It's closing in on me You know what my father said Well I'm not going to tell you Some words that I try to live by It's none of your goddamn business I'm shredding the document I'm keeping my mouth shut I'm running on radio silence I'm letting the record speak I'm shredding the document The switchboard is lighting up I'm not taking anymore calls Well maybe from larry King I'm shredding the document The switchboard is lighting up I'm not taking anymore calls Well maybe from Oprah Winfrey |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
We've talked it to death, cryin' on the telephone.
Nights when he drinks at home, she has to whisper throught her tears. " Johnny," she says, "you'd never do these things to me." But I can never make her see he's wasted such precious years. Well, "you married the wrong guy" is all I ever say. He's a no good so and so, but she'll never let him go Though she knows it will never work, she loves the jerk. She loves the jerk. He was the guy always out on the make. I guess he had what it takes to turn the heads of pretty girls. She thought he would change; the worst of us will settle down. But he couldn't stay out of town, not even with this precious pearl Now she lives with the lies and the bumps and the bruises. He's a no good so and so, but she'll never let him go Though she knows it will never work, she loves the jerk. She loves the jerk. Well, I hang up the phone and I pretend she's in my arms. What I wouldn't give for just one-tenth of what she gives Mister Charming. He's a no good so and so, but she'll never let him go Though she knows it will never work, she loves the jerk. She loves the jerk. He's a no good so and so, but she'll never let him go. Though she knows it will never work, she loves the jerk |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
My clothes are dirty and my shoes are worn through
And you want me to feel sorry for you I dont know why I try to do my best The rules are all written, girl youre giving me an oral test I try to talk my way right next to you But it seems the more I say The less my words are ever true I'll say it with flowers on your wedding day I'll say it with flowers when you walk away I'll say it with flowers, its all I have to say You believe nearly everything you hear That kind of faith is gonna only bring tears Cause cheap talking is really making the rounds You're much better off with your mouth shut tight in this town And though our best intentions were sincere I nominate these lovers now For liars of the year I'll say it with flowers on your wedding day I'll say it with flowers when you walk away I'll say it with flowers, its all I have to say Little girl I know you thing that I'm crazy But I dont want to be pushing up daisies Before I ever get over you Dont you think we've talked enough Don't you think that I've said enough I'll say it with flowers on your wedding day I'll say it with flowers when you walk away I'll say it with flowers, its all I have to say |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
On the outside, a beautiful thing
On the inside, a bird with a broken wing Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind You're mistaken, but still you'll do it all again As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin Can you live like this Just crawlin' underneath their skin Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway From the ashes you will rise Distant crashes in your eyes Though he's made you into an image of his pain Cut and shaved you Like a prisoner on a train There are broken limbs And tangled power lines No songs like hymns No flowers in the springtime Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway I found your heart on Valentine's Day I tore it apart, with all I do, with all I say Just run.... Better run....runaway There is no reason to stay Run...runaway You just run...runaway Fast as these words that I say Run...runaway Better run....runaway There is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway Fast as these words that I say Run...runaway |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
I dreamed I did a good job and I got well paid
Blew it all at the penny arcade A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll I guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl That's right On a TWA to the promised land Every woman, child and man Gets a Cadillac and a diamond ring Don't you know we're riding with the king? He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier He's gonna check us all on out of here Up to that mansion on a hill Where you can get your prescription filled Any kind of pill On a TWA to the promised land Everybody come on and clap your hands Don't you just love the way he sings Don't you know we're riding with the king? We're riding with the king A red cape and shiny cold .45 I never saw his face but I saw the light Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings Don't you know we're riding with the king? Well I stepped out of a mirror at ten years old With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart full of gold I had a guitar hanging just about waist high I'm gonna play that thing until the day I die We're riding with the king Don't you know we're riding with the king? We're riding with the king We're riding with the, hmmmm Riding with the king |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
You get up in the morning
You get on the bus You don't think about nothing You don't raise no fuss You come home in the evening Turn the TV on You ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You get the Sunday paper On Saturday night You read the travel section Until you're all uptight 'Cause it's almost Monday Jack you know that song You ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along They talk about you in the press They got you figured out I guess Though you never heard of the guy they mention Sometimes that girl she'll slip you a kiss But she's just another somnambulist And you're tired of sleepwalking The cats out but he ain't talking You're just another joker With one chance in hell Of ever pullin' that trigger Of ever feelin' too well Yeah but you just might do it Just to prove them all wrong 'Cause you ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along Git along git along git along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just... |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Well now I never went to college, babe,
I did not have the luck. Stole out of Indiana On the back of a pickup truck. No education higher, Than the streets of my hometown. I went looking for a fire just to burn it all down. You got a real fine love, You got a real fine love, One I am unworthy of. You got a real fine love, girl. Thought I had a line of something, Baby no one else could say, They couldn't find it their hearts to just get out my way. And out of nowhere, and for nothing, You came into my life, I've seen an angel or two before, But I never asked one to be my wife. You got a real fine love, You got a real fine love, One I am unworthy of. You got a real fine love, girl. You can sprinkle all your teardrops Across the evening sky, But you cannot hide that twinkle, Starlight in your eye. I left my map way back their baby, I don't know where we are. But I'm gunna pull my pony up, Hitch my wagon to your star. You got a real fine love, You got a real fine love, One I am unworthy of. You got a real fine love, girl. Well now the babies are sleeping, And the twilight's giving in, She looks like you, He looks like her, And we all look like him. Well maybe it's just a little thing, The way I feel tonight, A little joy, a little love, and a whole lot of light. You got a real fine love, You got a real fine love, One I am unworthy of. You got a real fine love, girl. |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin
On the radio waves selling tennis shoes and beer It induces sleep when that DJ starts his squawkin' I'm lookin' for one song to save me on this midnight clear So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? One star in the sky so I named it Ottis Redding Or maybe Marvin Gaye lookin' for his Tammi Turell There ain't no mountain high enough to stop this wedding Rollin' out of Memphis to Detroit I can hear those bells So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? Well, we've been drivin' all night, ever since we were teenagers, Up to that border town where the outlaw station air waves Where the DJ's outta sight and his heart is so courageous And he loves every song that he's puttin' on for the free and brave So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I was gonna get up off that bar stool
Just as soon as I could figure it out Why I was overlooked at the car pool Stood up at the dance with no twist and shout When you're burnin' with your last desire And every memory haunts you You write it down in alcohol fire 'Cause that's the only flame that wants you When you're paper thin Yeah, read all about it When you were out of luck, well, luck was doin' alright Now you're paper thin Yeah, they can see right through ya You just cut you're little finger on the edge of the night Now do I really have to be responsible For what I did between those tavern walls I was just mixing up some chemicals You could've heard a pin drop, could have heard time crawl And every once in a while You could hear you're own heart pound Maybe some paper doll with a pasted on smile Would let you write her number down When you're paper thin Yeah, read all about it When you were out of luck, well, luck was doin' alright Now you're paper thin Yeah, they can see right through ya You just cut you're little finger on the edge of the night |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
He's the old school
He don't say When he's hurtin' He'll just hide away 'till it 's over And tears are dry He's the old school And you can't see him cry He was young once Just like you A heart wide open To a love that is true He thought he found it Now she's gone And he's the old school Of love from now on He's just a student Like us all Learned a lesson By taking a fall There's noting new in This love game In the old school It's always the same He's the old school He don't say When he's hurtin' He'll just hide away 'till it 's over And tears are dry He's the old school And you can't see him cry He's the old school You can't see him cry. |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
When the snake of love
Starts pulling you under And it wont let go 'Til it starts to thunder And there's not a cloud in the sky Gonna make him shake I guess old habits are hard to break Cause even the good ones Just seem to go bad Might be the sweetest love That you ever had You just cant let em go For goodness sake I guess old habits are hard to break The trouble with sainthood, darlin' You know its tough comin down But you've been doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it Since you left your hometown A regular Joan of Arc Burnin at the stake I guess old habits are hard to break Maybe the first time he kissed you The fireworks flew in the back of your mind And you been lookin just to Feel this good ever since But now every time he makes love to ya Hes just a little bit more unkind Until it feels like every move you make is in self defense That aint the facts of life Its just bad fiction Honey that sure aint love You know its just an addiction Now how much more abuse are you gonna take I guess old habits are hard to break Could be your father Could be your mother Might be your sister Or maybe even your brother Or is it your own self baby Youve been tryin to shake Well I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
You finally found the mainstream
In the middle of your life You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you're locked up tight Tearing down the middle of it Splitting it right in half Bobbing up and down the waves Like a runaway slave On a Huck Finn raft Take your wife Take your family Take your gun Running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone A member of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son Where you gonna run to There ain't no underground If only you could fly You'd cut across the sky Like a rifle round Oh, who are your people And where is your homeland 'Cause they're dying side by side At the river of pride Where we tried to take a stand Take your wife Take your family Take your gun Running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone A member of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son Take your wife Take your family Take your gun Running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone A member of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son In the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
My sweet girl with you eyes so bright
Don't leave me in the dark tonight The sun's turned down, the moon is low And I know secrets you don't know Do you hear the wind whispering "You're the one I love" The summer breeze tells the trees I'm the one, because You're my sweet girl Hold me now in this sweet life I will take you for my wife We can walk the aisle in this city park And I will offer you my heart Married by a firefly They're coming back, you know And I'm the man who knows he can Provide an afterglow For you, my sweet girl Cause you're my sweet girl Do, do, do.... My sweet girl, do you know you are My lovely dream, my little star In a blanket made of earth and sky Curled up with my sweetie pie The love we make, it merely takes Our breath out of the air We kiss and then we breath again The wind blows through your hair It's whispering, "You're my sweet girl" Can you hear it? It's saying, "You're my sweet girl" You're my sweet girl Do, do, do... |
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from John Hiatt - Walk On (1995)
I wouldn't trade your sweetness
For all the sugar in the world Girl, and I know you'll always be The sweetest part of me These bitter tears we've cried All of the smack in Manhattan Could not keep me high Why do you do the things you do To keep me loving you Darlin' I don't know why But you are my mile high Oh my An altered state of being Is what everybody's looking for Surely they see whenever you're around My feet don't touch the ground Baby come fly with me You are my mile high Oh my Darlin' you are my mile high Let's make this dance last forever Please don't you ever say goodbye Darlin' I want to stay this way Tangled up in the sway Until the day I die You are my mile high Oh my Darlin' you are my mile high |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I got something to say little girl You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take it out on the road But if I dont get outta here pretty soon My head's going to explode Sure I like country music I like mandolins But right now I need a telecaster Through a vibro-lux turned up to ten: Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl I need a little shot of that rhythm baby Mixed up with these country blues I wanna trade in these ol country boots For some fine italian shoes Forget the mousse and the hairspray sugar We dont need none of that Just a little dab'll do ya girl Underneath a pork pie hat Until hell freezes over Maybe you can wait that long But I dont think Ronnie Milsap's gonna ever Record this song TWICE BRIDGE: Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there Maybe there's somethin' in the air Before our upper lips get stiff Maybe we need us a big ol whiff If we could just get off-a that beat little girl Maybe we could find the groove At least we can get a decent meal Down at the Rendez-vous 'Cause one more heartfelt steel guitar chord Girl, it's gonna do me in I need to hear some trumpet and saxophone You know sound as sweet as sin And after we get good and greasy Baby we can come back home Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac And change the message on the cord-a-phone But... |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I got something to say little girl
You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take it out on the road But if I dont get outta here pretty soon My head's going to explode Sure I like country music I like mandolins But right now I need a telecaster Through a vibro-lux turned up to ten Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl I need a little shot of that rhythm baby Mixed up with these country blues I wanna trade in these ol country boots For some fine italian shoes Forget the mousse and the hairspray sugar We dont need none of that Just a little dab'll do ya girl Underneath a pork pie hat Until hell freezes over Maybe you can wait that long But I dont think Ronnie Milsap's gonna ever Record this song Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there Maybe there's somethin' in the air Before our upper lips get stiff Maybe we need us a big ol whiff If we could just get off-a that beat little girl Maybe we could find the groove At least we can get a decent meal Down at the Rendez-vous 'Cause one more heartfelt steel guitar chord Girl, it's gonna do me in I need to hear some trumpet and saxophone You know sound as sweet as sin And after we get good and greasy Baby we can come back home Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac And change the message on the cord-a-phone But... Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
I got something to say little girl
You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take it out on the road But if I dont get outta here pretty soon My head's going to explode Sure I like country music I like mandolins But right now I need a telecaster Through a vibro-lux turned up to ten Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl I need a little shot of that rhythm baby Mixed up with these country blues I wanna trade in these ol country boots For some fine italian shoes Forget the mousse and the hairspray sugar We dont need none of that Just a little dab'll do ya girl Underneath a pork pie hat Until hell freezes over Maybe you can wait that long But I dont think Ronnie Milsap's gonna ever Record this song Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there Maybe there's somethin' in the air Before our upper lips get stiff Maybe we need us a big ol whiff If we could just get off-a that beat little girl Maybe we could find the groove At least we can get a decent meal Down at the Rendez-vous 'Cause one more heartfelt steel guitar chord Girl, it's gonna do me in I need to hear some trumpet and saxophone You know sound as sweet as sin And after we get good and greasy Baby we can come back home Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac And change the message on the cord-a-phone But... Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Close one there
Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue Eight ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues China town Chasing that old dragon down Madam Wong's We play the blues with the curtains drawn Sidewalks of white While the la sun beat out the night Pounding brain My last transmission down the drain And the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues There's a debt I owe I'll never pay before I go So I sing the blues Hand me down my walking shoes You're in my heart Though we may be miles apart There's my point I'll see you in another joint When the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
Who'll take the only hearts they got
And throw them into the fire? Who'll risk their own self-respect In the name of desire? Who'll regret every thing they've done And who'll get the bill? Lovers will Who'll hurt each other all the time And never give it a thought? Who'll lie about where they've been And hope they never get caught? Who'll say each other's kisses No longer thrill? Lovers will Lovers will do almost anything For the thrill that only love can bring If love is a healer, who'll be the first ones ill? Lovers will You know that lovers will Who'll never know what they've got Until its just about gone? And whose arms will gather up whats left Just to carry on? And who'll stalk that little bit of love That hasnt been killed? Lovers will Lovers will do almost anything For the thrill that only love can bring If love is a healer, who'll be the first ones ill? Lovers will |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
In the forest of no gravity
Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here keeps movin' How much blood How many tears It's never been proven Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Caged love in tried to protect it Love's not where we thought we left it The apostles were jealous Of Mary Magdalene and jesus Said why do you love her more than us Jesus turned back in disgust Said why do I love her more than you The answer is a question Just ask yourself what can I do To gain my lord's affection Love's not where you thought you left it Who took the last of love and kept it Caged love in tried to protect it Love's not where we thought we left it When men become more ladylike I'll see you in the candlelight When women come to be like men We'll be ashamed to fight again No jealous god's the only one Father, mother, ghost and son Love's unorthodox Changes all of nature's clocks To time remaining Just twenty-four hours For lovers in training Bitter, salty, sweet and sour Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Love's not where we thought we left it |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Take it easy baby
But take as much as you can Cause I got all the sweet loving You could possibly stand I'll take your tears for drinking water Make your pain sweet company You can lay all your burdens on my shoulder Girl you mean that much to me I could climb the highest mountain To show the world I could survive But without your lovin' baby I wouldn't even be alive Cause your love is like blood Cause your love is like blood to me Like a river baby Your love is running thru me And with ev'ry beat of our hearts We're defying gravity Just a little bit further on up the stream There's a shady resting place Where you can lose all your blues and your troubles With just one sweet embrace Now I could do a million things Just to prove that I'm a man But there's only one woman Who holds my life in her hands Your love is like blood to me Your love it's just like blood to me I don't care what your people say Over my dead body will they ever take you away And any man cutting in on me Well he just better stop cause I can't spare a drop Your love is like blood to me Your love is like blood to me |
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from John Hiatt - Riding With The King (1983)
Take it easy baby
But take as much as you can Cause I got all the sweet loving You could possibly stand I'll take your tears for drinking water Make your pain sweet company You can lay all your burdens on my shoulder Girl you mean that much to me I could climb the highest mountain To show the world I could survive But without your lovin' baby I wouldn't even be alive Cause your love is like blood Cause your love is like blood to me Like a river baby Your love is running thru me And with ev'ry beat of our hearts We're defying gravity Just a little bit further on up the stream There's a shady resting place Where you can lose all your blues and your troubles With just one sweet embrace Now I could do a million things Just to prove that I'm a man But there's only one woman Who holds my life in her hands Your love is like blood to me Your love it's just like blood to me I don't care what your people say Over my dead body will they ever take you away And any man cutting in on me Well he just better stop cause I can't spare a drop Your love is like blood to me Your love is like blood to me |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
I'm dirty as a man hole cover
I'm lookin for my long lost lover She turned me out and now I'm sinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm talking with a tight red sweater I'm feelin' like Eddie Vedder Only twice as cool when she starts winkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm loyal as a dog but I'm a hog for that sexual attraction It starts up in my mind and makes a bee line below the belt No consequences just satisfaction Baby in my heart I'm faithful This two headed monster is so distasteful Forgive me when my instincts start stinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' Think about it... Forgive me if my instincts start stinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
They have come to haunt the children
They have come to walk the wind I can hear them as they rustle through the trees Looking for the love that killed them So that they might live again It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees With drums and bells and rattles They have caught us in our time To watch the eagle rise up from the fire Now is it true we are possessed By all the ones we leave behind Or is it by their lives we are inspired It's a new light, new day Listening for new meaning learning how to say It's a new place but you've always been here You're just listening to old voices with a new ear It's the livin' and the dyin' Well it scares the young ones so They can hardly catch their breath before too long They see the tears we're crying And they watch the river flow And they follow on the banks until it's gone I surrender to the mountains I surrender to the sea I surrender to the one who calls my name I surrender to my lover and to my enemy I surrender to the face that holds no shame It's a new light, new day Listening for new meaning learning how to say It's a new place but you've always been here You're just listening to old voices with a new ear There's a spider at my window And she spins a web of truth More beautiful than all those memories And she surely is God's artist As she's caught the morning dew It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees It's a new light, new day Listening for new meaning learning how to say It's a new place but you've always been here You're just listening to old voices with a new ear It's a new light, new day Listening for new meaning learning how to say It's a new place but you've always been here You're just listening to old voices with a new ear |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
There's a lipstick sunset Smeared across the August sky There's a bitter sweet perfume Hanging in the fields The creek is running high And I left my lover waiting In the dawn somewhere to wonder why By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well, a radio was playing And that ol' summer heat was on the rise I just had to get away Before some sad old song Brought tears to my eyes And Lord I couldn't tell her That her love was only killing me By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well it's pretty as a picture baby Red and blushing just before the night Maybe love's like that for me Maybe I can only see As you take away the light So hold me in the darkness We can dream about the cool twilight 'Til the dawning of the day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day Then I'll make my getaway To a lipstick sunset |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
There's a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the August sky There's a bitter sweet perfume Hanging in the fields The creek is running high And I left my lover waiting In the dawn somewhere to wonder why By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well, a radio was playing And that ol' summer heat was on the rise I just had to get away Before some sad old song Brought tears to my eyes And Lord I couldn't tell her That her love was only killing me By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well it's pretty as a picture baby Red and blushing just before the night Maybe love's like that for me Maybe I can only see As you take away the light So hold me in the darkness We can dream about the cool twilight 'Til the dawning of the day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day Then I'll make my getaway To a lipstick sunset |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
There's a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the August sky There's a bitter sweet perfume Hanging in the fields The creek is running high And I left my lover waiting In the dawn somewhere to wonder why By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well, a radio was playing And that ol' summer heat was on the rise I just had to get away Before some sad old song Brought tears to my eyes And Lord I couldn't tell her That her love was only killing me By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well it's pretty as a picture baby Red and blushing just before the night Maybe love's like that for me Maybe I can only see As you take away the light So hold me in the darkness We can dream about the cool twilight 'Til the dawning of the day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day Then I'll make my getaway To a lipstick sunset |
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from Where The Heart Is (웨어 더 핫 이즈) [ost] (2000)
Love only stays for a little while, baby
That's what I said 'cause I was scared Too scared to say what you mean to me, baby Too afraid to show how much I cared Feel love, well, I couldn't be here So you just packed up and said goodbye I feel love but now it's too late And all I do is cry 'Cause I know that your memory lingers I think about you night and day I know from the tips of my fingers I had your love but I let it slip away I had your love but I let it slip away Could not have your heart any day, pretty baby You could be here now and it's killin' me I'm standing all alone in the way, pretty baby In the way of love that was meant to be I know 'cause your memory lingers I think about you night and day I know from the tips of my fingers I had your love but I let it slip away I had your love but I let it slip away Feel love, well, I couldn't be here So you packed it up and said goodbye I feel love but now it's too late And all I do is cry 'Cause I know that your memory lingers I think about you night and day I know from the tips of my fingers I had your love but I let it slip away I know that your memory lingers I think about you night and day I know from the tips of my fingers I had your love but I let it slip away I had your love but I let it slip away |
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from The Country Bears (컨트리 베어스) by Christopher Young [ost] (2002)
You can't sit around waiting for the path to glory
You gotta get movin' to tell your story The bigger they come, the harder they fall From the littlest acorns come trees so tall And where you're comin' from is where you're goin' Til' you get there you got no way of knowin' All the love in the world won't find you if you don't let it Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride And every mistake is a break but only if you get it Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride Everyday is a brand new place Feel the sun upon your face Try somethin' new, don't regret it A hole in your shoe but just forget it Let it ride, oh, you got to let it Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride And every mistake is a break but only if you get it Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I'm 34 years old now And I've come to you Baby I don't even know how I got through From the first kiss in the schoolyard Til the last heart broke in two I didn't know it would be so hard Learning how to love you There was a life that I was living In some cracked rearview Where no future was given To a heart untrue Still I thought that I was so strong That my will could force me through I didn't know it would be so long Learning how to love you BRIDGE: I might have never realized The courage in your kiss And the sweet forgiveness in your eyes Babe I know you've walked a mile In someone else's shoes Maybe you've left some faces smiling Walking off your blues And I don't pretend to know how You ever saw it through 'Cause I only got to where I am now Learning how to love you |
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from John Hiatt - Bring The Family (1987)
I'm 34 years old now
And I've come to you Baby I don't even know how I got through From the first kiss in the schoolyard Til the last heart broke in two I didn't know it would be so hard Learning how to love you There was a life that I was living In some cracked rearview Where no future was given To a heart untrue Still I thought that I was so strong That my will could force me through I didn't know it would be so long Learning how to love you I might have never realized The courage in your kiss And the sweet forgiveness in your eyes Babe I know you've walked a mile In someone else's shoes Maybe you've left some faces smiling Walking off your blues And I don't pretend to know how You ever saw it through 'Cause I only got to where I am now Learning how to love you |
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