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| 1. |
| 5:57 | 
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In the mornin you go gunnin' For the man who stole your water And you fire till he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singin' As they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hangin' And they put you on the street CHORUS: You go back Jack do it again Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round You go back Jack do it again When you know she's no high climber Then you find your only friend In a room with your two timer And you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one And she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smilin' You'll be on your knees tomorrow CHORUS Now you swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gamblin' man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table CHORUS |
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| 2. |
| 3:11 |
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Times are hard You're afraid to pay the fee So you find yourself somebody Who can do the job for free When you need a bit of lovin' Cause your man is out of town That's the time you get me runnin' And you know I'll be around CHORUS: I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh yeah I don't wanna do your dirty work No more I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh yeah Light the candle Put the lock upon the door You have sent the maid home early Like a thousand times before Like the castle in its corner In a medieval game I foresee terrible trouble And I stay here just the same CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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Your everlasting summer, and you can see it fadin' fast
So you grab a piece of something that you think is gonna last But you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand The things you think are precious I can't understand Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine You've been telling me you were a genius since you were seveteen In all the time I've known you I still don't know what you mean The weekend at the college didn't turn out like you planned The things that pass for knowledge I can't understand Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine I've spent a lot of money and I've spent a lot of time The trip we made to Hollywood is etched upon my mind After all the things we've done and seen you find another man The things you think are useless I can't understand Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine |
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| 4. |
| 5:20 |
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Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Can you show me The shine of your Japan The sparkle of your china Can you show me Bodhisattva Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town And I'll be there To shine in your Japan To sparkle in your China Yes I'll be there Bodhisattva |
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| 5. |
| 5:45 |
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I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes When you put me on the Wolverine Up to Annandale It was still September When your daddy was quite surprised To find you with the working girls In the county jail I was smoking with the boys upstairs When I heard about the whole affair I said oh no William and Mary won't do CHORUS: Well I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school Oleanders growing outside her door Soon they're gonna be in bloom Up in Annandale I can't stand her Doing what she did before Living like a gypsy queen In a fairy tale Well I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said oh no Guadalajara won't do CHORUS California tumbles into the sea That'll be the day I go Back to Annandale Tried to warn you About Chino and Daddy Gee But I can't seem to get to you Through the U.S. Mail Well I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said oh no Guadalajara won't do CHORUS |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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We hear you're leaving, that's ok
I thought our little wild time had just begun I guess you kind of scared yourself, you turn and run But if you have a change of heart Rikki, don't lose that number You don't wanna call nobody else Send it off in a letter to yourself Rikki, don't lose that number It's the only one you own You might use it if you feel better When you get home I have a friend in town, he's heard your name We can go out driving on Slow Hand Row We could stay inside and play games, I don't know And you could have a change of heart Rikki, don't lose that number You don't wanna call nobody else Send it off in a letter to yourself Rikki, don't lose that number It's the only one you own You might use it if you feel better When you get home [break] You tell yourself you're not my kind But you don't even know your mind And you could have a change of heart Rikki, don't lose that number You don't wanna call nobody else Send it off in a letter to yourself Rikki, don't lose that number It's the only one you own You might use it if you feel better When you get home Rikki, don't lose that number (Rikki, don't lose that number) Rikki, don't lose that number |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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When Black Friday comes I'll stand down by the door And catch the grey men when they Dive from the fourteenth floor When Black Friday comes I'll collect everything I'm owed And before my friends find out I'll be on the road When Black Friday falls you know it's got to be Don't let it fall on me When Black Friday comes I'll fly down to Muswellbrook Gonna strike all the big red words From my little black book Gonna do just what I please Gonna wear no socks and shoes With nothing to do but feed All the kangaroos When Black Friday comes I'll be on that hill You know I will When Black Friday comes I'm gonna dig myself a hole Gonna lay down in it 'til I satisfy my soul Gonna let the world pass by me The Archbishop's gonna sanctify me And if he don't come across I'm gonna let it roll When Black Friday comes I'm gonna stake my claim I'll guess I'll change my name |
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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Five names that I can hardly
Stand to hear Including yours and mine And one more chimp who isn't here I can see the ladies talking How the times are getting hard And that fearsome excavation On Magnolia Boulevard CHORUS: And I'm going insane And I'm laughing at the frozen rain And I'm so alone Honey when they gonna send me home Bad sneakers and a Piña Colada My friend Stompin' on the avenue By Radio City with a Transistor and a large Sum of money to spend You fellah, you tearin' up the street You wear that white tuxedo How you gonna beat the heat Do you take me for a fool Do you think that I don't see That ditch out in the valley That they're digging just for me CHORUS |
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| 9. |
| 4:39 |
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While the music played
You worked by candle light Those San Fransisco nights You were the best in town Just by chance you crossed The diamond with the pearl You turned it on the world That's when you turned the world around Did you feel like Jesus Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes On the hill the stuff Was laced with kerosene But yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare At your technicolor motorhome Every A-Frame had your Number on the wall You must have had it all You'd go down to LA on a dare And you'd go it alone Could you live forever Could you see the day Could you feel your whole world Fall apart and fade away Get along Get along Kid Charlemagne Get along Kid Charlemagne Now the patrons have all Left you in the red Your low-rent friends are dead This life can be very strange All those day-glow freaks Who used to paint the face They've joined the human race Some things will never change Son you were mistaken You are obsolete Look at all the white men On the street Clean this mess up Or we'll all end up in jail Those test-tubes and the scale Just get them all out of here Is there gas in the car I think the people down the hall Know who you are Careful what you carry 'Cause the man is wise You are still an outlaw in their eyes |
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| 10. |
| 7:33 |
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This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers, wild gamblers That's all in the past You call me a fool You say it's a crazy scheme This one's for real I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why Throw a kiss and say goodbye I'll make it this time I'm ready to cross that fine line I'll learn to work the saxaphone I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world And I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues My back to the wall A victim of laughing chance This is for me The essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love With those of my kind Libations Sensations That stagger the mind I crawl like a viper Through these suburban streets Make love to these women Languid and bittersweet I'll rise when the sun goes down Cover every game in town A world of my own I'll make it my home sweet home (refrain) This is the night of the expanding man I take one last drag As I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free I'll be what I want to be |
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| 11. |
| 3:56 |
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I've seen your picture Your name in lights above it This is your big debut It's like a dream come true And when you smile for the camera I know they're gonna love it I like your pin shot I keep it with your letter Done up in blueprint blue It sure looks good on you So won't you smile for the camera I know I'll love you better Peg It will come back to you Peg It will come back to you Then the shutter falls You see it all in 3-D It's your favorite foreign movie |
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| 12. |
| 4:50 |
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Worry the bottle, Mama, it's grapefruit wine
Kick off your high-heel sneakers, it's party time The girls don't seem to care what's on As long as they play till dawn Nothin' but blues and Elvis And somebody else's favorite song Give her some funked-up music, she treats you nice Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice The girls don't seem to care tonight As long as the mood is right No static at all No static, no static at all FM, no static at all Give her some funked-up music, she treats you nice Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice The girls don't seem to care tonight As long as the mood is right No static at all No static, no static at all FM, no static at all |
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| 13. |
| 5:06 |
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Way back when in sixty-seven
I was the dandy of Gamma Chi Sweet things from Boston So young and willing moved down to scarsdale where the hell am I (Hey nineteen!) No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all Please take me along, when you slide on down Hey nineteen~ That's Aretha Franklin She don't remeber The queen of soul It's hard times be fallen The sole survivors She thinks I'm crazy But I'm just growing old Hey nineteen~ No we got nothing in common No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down repeat:The Cuervo Gold The fine Columbian Make tonight a wonderful thing No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all |
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| 14. |
| 5:52 |
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Drive west on Sunset To the sea Turn that jungle music down Just until we're out of town This is no one night stand It's a real occasion Close your eyes and you'll be there It's everything they say The end of a perfect day Distant lights from across the bay Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one Here come those Santa Ana winds again We'll jog with show folk on the sand Drink kirschwasser from a shell San Francisco show and tell Well I should know by now That it's just a spasm Like a Sunday in T.J. That it's cheap but it's not free That I'm not what I used to be And that love's not a game for three Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one My friends say no don't go For that cotton candy Son you're playing with fire The kid will live and learn As he watches his bridges burn From the point of no return Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one |
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Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch When I see my little cousin Janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch CHORUS: Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the National Probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On Saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before CHORUS I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance? One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I figured I'd make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off? CHORUS ll I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch When I see my little cousin Janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch CHORUS: Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the National Probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On Saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before CHORUS I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance? One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I figured I'd make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off? CHORUS |
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I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'till suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most I kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine But sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the most I had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdy good-bye Birdy bye-bye I'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most |
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