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In a room all alone waiting by the telephone
With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand So begins the diary of a working man He'd been poor man all his life And just when things were going right Some stranger takes his woman away He doesn't know if he'll see, oh, another day Oh, another day Time has come and he was right, It was a cold and rainy night And he thought for sure she would follow But it won't be the same, no tomorrow Now here's a man glory bound In a pool of dreams about to drown If he can just get through this night Then maybe tomorrow things will work out right Oh, will work out right Well, with the pain in his blood He'd love to take her if he could And as he wakes with a scream To only realize it's just reality He woke with sweaty hands Maybe there'll be a change in plans With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand So ends the diary of a workingman |
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Boogie like a baby, dance like a dog,
I'm a Rock 'n' roll bandit when I'm Doin' My Job Well I've been workin' from 9 to 5 Just like all of you, I gotta stay alive Hard times comin' down on me, Fightin' my way back to the top, Everyday of the week, Chorus: I'm here to testify, there's another way I won't be satisfied till the weekend's Here to stay Chorus: Boogie like a baby, dance like a dog, I'm a Rock 'n' roll bandit when I'm Doin' My Job Well I start drivin' on down the street, I got a girl on the edge of town, Made just for me. Feelin' good is the name of the game, I may not be no man of the world but She loves me just the same Chorus Well I'm still workin', and I'm doin' fine, Right or wrong gonna sing my song till the day I die I'm here to testify, there's another way, I won't be satisfied till the weekends here to stay, Sun goes down I can't stand still, Got a flamin' little love, I can't get my fill, Boogie like a baby, dance like a dog, I'm a Rock 'n' roll bandit when I'm Doin' My Job |
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Wake up baby, smile at me
The sun is shinin' and the wind's blowin' free I got to thinkin' ooo yesterday That silver bird can take us away Get it on now Single boys, they're out on the town Lookin' for them pretty girls hangin' around Man on the radio is tellin' us the news Summertime's here, kick the mud off your shoes, yeah - Chorus: Fly away, fly away That silver bird can take us away Fly away, do it today Come on, woman, now let's get away I'm tired or workin', feels like for nothin' Well, I ain't gettin' any younger Why can't I live for today Are you tired of workin', feels like nothin' Well, you ain't gettin' any younger Why can't we all live for today? Friends of mine want'a'buy me a drink So loaded now, hell, I can't even think Went on home, I put my lady in the car Jumped on that bird just to see how far we could.... Repeat Chorus |
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Howdy folks, this is your old buddy Shorty Medlocke
I'd like to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got Ole Ring, an Ole Tige and Ole Rover And when we start out across them Georgia hills a-huntin' And them foxes sound something like this (Harmonica)…Ooooh, ooh, ooh, git it sic em, catch it (Harmonica)…Get em Ring. (Harmonica) …Ooooh, ooh, ooh Ahhh, Lets play a lil' song Well I got in my pickup, Four forty four And the stakes kept on, and the black cat choked, and I was ready to stroll And I crossed over into Texas, sucked to the fence and it didn't want to go Lord do you - slow, ill be out doin the fox chase just like so many times before Well I dropped the plastic seat, go man's deep, with the promise of it right on time Didn't bring a jack bags of one on one and maybe just a little wine We got the fruit of the spoons sex, bringin' live guns, seemed all ready to go Baby, baby it's too slow, we'll be out doin the fox chase just like so many times before Well eeee yeah Woh, friends are free, do what we please put out a can of ale, Jus a dollar a dance, gonna get a romance, a lookin' for that girl Well, somebody nowcall a doctor, sick on my knees, don't think I'll be humpin now Is that the end of it, I don't know, but I'll be out doin' the fox chase just like so many times before Oh, I'm seein' them foxes |
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Ohh, lets get it on
Wellll, good God mama what?s wrong with your face Been out all night you?re a total disgrace Here you come again with your hands out by your side Yes, I don?t know what?s the matter with you Dad gummit money thing you act like a fool Sometimes I don?t know what?s goin? on about that Well Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever hear Ain?t got no money to buy me a beer Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever get from you You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around Won?t put me six feet in the ground Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues Wellll, Mr. Businessman what do you say I seen you a poundin? on my door today Look at that honey, he?s got his hands out by his side Yes, gimme this, gimme that like a rubber band He?s got those stretch marks all over his hands He?s got a reputation for those old gimme bluesss Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever hear Ain?t got no money to buy me a beer Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever get from you You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around Won?t put me six feet in the ground Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues Yes, you got them blues honey Ahh, would you get it on that slide guitar Yes, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever hear Ain?t got no money to buy me a beer Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever get from you And you can slap that bad old be-bop you can shove me around Won?t put me six feet in the ground Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues Well I?m sure all my buddies been here before Mr. Businessman I?m poundin? on your door I think that man and a woman?s got somethin? on me Yes, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever hear Ain?t got no money to buy me a beer Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that?s all I ever get from you You can slap that bad old be-bop you can shove me around Won?t put me six feet in the ground Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues |
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Well, it's minus five outside your house
And ninety degrees in bed Your wife says get up and go to work You long-haired, lazy head Now I know where you've been all night And maybe what's wrong with you You've been makin' love to the little woman Or a midnight rendezvous Good Mornin' Now the young exec, he hits the deck And oh, he's dressed to kill Before he goes, oh yes, he knows He's gotta have a wake-up pill From nine to five he feels alive Jumpin' to the speed of sound But the young exec, he hit the deck 'Cause his little pill let him down Chorus: Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin', so put a smile upon your face Being alive is no disgrace You can make it a better place, By havin' yourself a good mornin' So put a smile upon your face Being alive is no disgrace You can make it a better place By havin' yourself a good mornin' Well the sun is up, let's lift a cup And do it all over again A little blood and a lot of sweat Hard workin' ain't no sin Don't sit around wearin' a frown Your life will slip away Give a bump and a little hump It's gonna be a beautiful day Repeat Chorus |
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One more day, do you know how long?
Voices out there say "sing your song" But all they ever see is the spotlight shining Never to know, I stand here on my own Come on now, won't you take a chance On the guitar slingers song and dance Cry at night for there's no romance On the guitar slingers song and dance I know you don't think I've got much to lose By the cut of my hair and the look of my shoes Oh, but I just keep on rolling, while the wheels keep turning And by the way, have you heard the news? Now everyday don't come up roses Well, it's not easy baby - oh, it just gets harder day by day And sometimes I get this feeling, it's my life they're stealing Oh, I can feel it Take these words I say to heart Can you feel the highway from my guitar? And if you see me standing In the spotlight shining These six strings will play my part |
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Well, another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered Oh, it's my way of living, and I can't change a thing Another town is drawing near Oh, baby, I wish you were here But the only way I can see you, darlin', is in my dreams It's a highway song You sing it on and on On and on Well, the hurt you leave behind It's the hurt that's on your mind Oh, and last night's show took its toll on me Well the city lights fly by me As I lay my body in my bed Oh, and dreams of you dance through my head It's a highway song You sing it on and on On and on Highway song Is as lonely As the road I'm on Oh Oh Oh It's those big wheels are ready to roll We've be flyin' high and so low Lord, and all this madness, ain't crazy as it seems Everywhere they stop and stare I'm just a stranger on this road Oh, I stand alone Only in my dream Highway song You sing it on and on On and on Highway song Is as lonely As the road I'm on (Well, highway song) Highway song You sing it on and on On and on Highway song Is as lonely As the road I'm on |
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It's nine o'clock at this old station
And my silver linin' ride is right on time And as I buy myself a one-way ticket For somewhere else on down the line And I see that on their faces Of a people that will never come home And when I stare into the mirror, mama See myself all alone And did you ever stop to wonder About the times that she laid by your side When you know that I was right And you finally realize You took a left turn on a red light Sun shines down on the desert And it seems to make my life a haze And I dream of my childhood sweetheart And the freedom that I had in those days When I wake from all my dreamin' Will this boxcar always be my lonely home, yeah Well I don't know where I am And I really don't give a damn This crazy life of mine will soon be gone And did you ever stop to wonder About the times that she laid by your side When you know that I was right And you finally realize You took a left turn on a red light (Solo) Well it's nine o'clock at this old station Once again my ride is right on time And as I buy myself another ticket, Lord For somewhere else on down the line Well I'll always be a rambler Well the ones I love always keep tellin' me You stare too long in the mirror, son Someday you'll be too blind to see And now I can stop my wonderin' About the times that she laid by my side Now I know that I was right And I finally realize I took a left turn on a red light |
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Oh hit it
Well every time I'm down and out And I don't know what to do I drop my load and I hit the road And play me a job or two Yes I do What they're sayin' keeps hitting me Right square smack in the face They say that my songs are no good, baby Why don't you join the human race You know I've had just all I can take And I don't know what to do Guess I'll have to hit the stage Play me a song or two You know I've had all I can take Sitting here at home I guess I'll have to hit the road You know I love to roam Road fever, oh don't you know I got Road fever You know this life has taken its toll And I don't know where to go And I love this life of rock and roll But there's one thing that I know And every time I'm down and out And I don't know what to do I drop my load and I hit the road And play me a song or two Yes I do You know I've had all I can take Sitting here at home I guess I'll have to hit the road You know I love to roam Road fever, oh don't you know I got Road fever |
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Yeeeeeee-yeah-yeah aha
Well mama, ridin? down this highway, Oh highway 95 Sometimes I don?t know if I?m even dead or alive And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin? fool And I got me no spendin? cabbage And I sure do think this old world is cruel Seems like I been here such a long time before Used to be a free man, could knock on any woman?s door And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin? fool-ooo-ool And I got me no spendin? cabbage Sure do think this old world is cruel Play it for me one time Ha, ha, ha Yes, all you?all talkin? to me Well you work yourself on sundown, workin? like a dog Bring your money home and your mama sez its gone So what?s the use in workin? your fingers to the bone When your children don?t even love you, Lord, when you?re gone Take my time this time and get it right Till my feet are spreadin? dem wings, time to take flight That is why, that is why I?m still a ramblin? fool I?m such a fool And I got me no spendin? cabbage Sure do think this old world is cruel Yeah And I got me no spendin? gee dye, ah ha huh Sure do think this old world is cruel And I got me no spendin? cabbage Sure do think this old world is cruel |
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Down south, south of the border
At a new sunrise where the Workin' woman hates law and order Ooh, those chaquitas with incredible thighs Too hard to handle, they're too hard for you Too hard to handle, they're too hard They're too tough for you Small time gambler lays down his money To play some five card stud But the big time winner really was the loser He caught a case of a unlucky love Too hard to handle Too hard for you Too hard to handle 'Cause sweet Lolita's hotter than a pepper You know her pepper's gonna burn you in two She's a young man's dream, every mother's nightmare Pure woman through and through Don't take no chances on hot romances Such as this one, it may happen to you Too hard to handle Too hard for you Too hard to handle 'Cause there's no future with a snake-eyed lover She's hung up on them ups and downs But if you're lonely, thinkin' you're the only Her love's the best, it's the hottest in town, ah yes Yeah I said Too hard to handle Too hard, too hard |
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Oh, here it comes
Well, train, train, take me on out of this town Train, train, Lord, take me on out of this town Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's Memphis bound Well, leavin' here, I'm just a raggedy hobo Lord, I'm leaving here, I'm just a raggedy hobo Well, that woman I'm in love with, Lord, she's got to go Well, goodbye pretty mama, get yourself a money man Goodbye, pretty mama, Lord, get yourself a money man You take that midnight train to Memphis Lord, leave if you can Oh, take that midnight train to Memphis Lord, leave if you can Oh, take that train, baby |
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Take off your hat; kick off your shoes.
I know you ain't goin' anywhere. Run 'round the town, singin' your blues. I know you ain't goin' anywhere. You've always been a good friend of mine, But you're always sayin' farewell. And the only time that you're satisfied Is with your feet in the wishing well. Oh, yeah! Throw down your gun or you might shoot yourself Or is that what you're tryin' to do? Put up a fight you believe to be right And someday the sun will shine through. You've always got something to hide; Something you just can't tell. And the only time that you're satisfied Is with your feet in the wishin' well. But I know what you're wishin' for: Love in a peaceful world. Yeah! Love in a peaceful world. Oh, yeah! Love in a peaceful world. Mmmmmmm Na na na na na na na-na Na na na na na na na You've always been a good friend of mine, But you're always sayin' farewell. And the only time that you're satisfied Is with your feet in the wishing well! Oh! Yes! My God. Ow! I wish you well Oo-oo-ooh! The wishing well! Ow! Everybody has a dream. Yeah, yeah! Everybody has a wish I wish you well! Ow! Well, you dream your own time |
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