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Alright!
A cold, cold darkness And past confusion Is quickly calling Yeah, all of my illusions Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. From within The magic madness Said Lord, I could feel deep in my heart A little bit of gladness Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Searchin' so long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. Alright! Won't somebody tell me what's wrong Cause Lord, I been searchin' Whoa so goddamn long Oh, won't somebody Oh, won't somebody Tell me what's wrong with me. And then from out Of a mystic dream There came an angel (What a baby, oh yeah) She spread her wings (Spread 'em babe, Spread it all). Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me. |
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| 2. |
| 6:18 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:01 |
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Dickie Peterson)
Relax your mind Lord let it take An electric explosion I said a strong earthquake And then on a freeway Just let it take you away, child Far away Oh yeah, come over Come back in my big automobile And Babylon. I'll give you a shove Why don't you take a rush Let me hear you cry From a deafening hush Just let it take you away Far Away Yeah, yow, come over, big automobile, big automobile Babylon. Now the blues ain't nothing But a good man feeling bad Yeh-yeh, Yeah! I know that the blues ain't nothing, ain't nothing baby But a, but a good man, but a good man, but a good man feeling bad And I just ain't the kind That goes around feeling sad Hey! Oh, no, not me baby, no way! Say why don't you take a shove Oh, come on and take a rush Let me hear you cry From a deafening hush Let it take you away Far away Oh yeah, stick it in the fire baby I want big automobile Big automobile, baby Babylon. OW! |
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| 4:19 |
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| 5. |
| 6:44 |
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(Dr. Richard Peddicord)
My mama told me when I was born She said the city is gonna be your soil Raise all eight children Work all your life Pray you don't die by some stranger's knife. You're living in the heart Yeah, the heart of the city Yeah! We all live on that city floor Winos, widows, hags, and whores You butcher bankers and you millionaires We all know what goes on down there. You're living in the heart Yeah, the heart of the city You're living in the heart Yeah, the heart of the city. Things get tough, I just don't care I let the night time take me anywhere Yeah, take me anywhere, I don't care, no. Things get rough, I just don't care I let the night time take me anywhere No, take me downtown, take me to the heart of the city, baby. No, you tell in your cold slip Your mind has snapped and your heart goes in You know it's real and it ain't no shit When you get down to the heart of it. You're living in the heart Yeah, the heart of the city Yeah baby, go down to the heart Yeah, the heart of the city OW! You're living in the heart Yeah, the heart of the city Straight from the heart Straight from the heart of the cityyyyyyyy! |
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| 10:35 |
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(Dickie Peterson)
Help me please, Doctor Doctor, won't you please I need your pain killer, Doc Shot inside of me. Well I ain't got no money, child But I been here before Cash me in, Fill me up Why don't you throw me out the door! Well help me, Doctor Well why won't you Why don't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Whoa, I need your good living Shot inside of me, Yeah! I got this funny feeling Feeling inside my head Without your good living, Doc Well I believe that I'll be dead Doctor don't you turn me down And won't you hear what I say I need your good living, Doc And I need it right away! Well help me, Doctor Well why don't you Why won't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Without your good living No! What would I be! Alright! I got this funny feeling Feeling inside my head Without your pain killer, Doc Well I believe that I'll be dead Doctor don't you turn me down Don't burn me away I need your pain killer, Doc And I need it right away. Well help me, Doctor Well why won't you Why don't you C'mon and help me please Won't you please Without your pain killer, Doc Lord! What would I be - Alright, Stick it to me Doctor! |
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| 4:21 |
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| 5:13 |
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I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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| 9:11 |
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I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm
I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. Oh Lord, I bet I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot my wife. She was no good! I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack, yes I have. I done picking that cotton in a leather foot sack. A goddamn shotgun at my back. I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm Ain't ever done nobody no wrong, no! I done sitting over here on the longest time. I been sitting over here on the longest time. I done sitting over here on the longest time. All I did was drink my wine. I swear I'll be here for the rest of my life. Yeah, I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. All I did was shoot your wife. She was no good, you can take my word for it! I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm I been sitting over here on Parchment Farm All I did was shoot my arm. Oh, no! |
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