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I am wanted dead or alive I'm wanted everywhere I've got to survive They say I am a violent man Only trying to do the best I can Dig it? I am wanted dead or alive Fifteen states I've got to survive I am wanted dead or alive I'm a new kind of man I've got to survive Running a long way I am wanted dead or alive I'm wanted everywhere I've got to survive Now all I'm trying to do Is find a peaceful place But they say I have an outlaw face My lord, I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face They say I have an outlaw's face My, my, yes I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face I have an outlaw's face Oh my lord, I have an outlaw's face Sweet God almighty, I have an outlaw's face |
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| 2. |
| 2:17 |
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If you's a hitchhikin' woman You can thumb a ride with me . . yeah If you's a hitchhikin' woman You can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah I just had my crankcase greased, mama My natural motor won't give out on me Hey, come on baby I'm gonna ride you slow and easy Any way to make it last . . . yeah I'm gonna ride you slow and easy Any way to make it last . . . yeah Oh, when the riding gets good, mama I'll have to shake my head, yes, yes Play the blues, boys . . . |
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| 3. |
| 4:51 |
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It wasn't the queen of diamonds that I drew first Instead I got the ace of spades reversed She quit me She up and quit me, man-yeah She quit me She up and she quit me It wasn't because I didn't treat her right-no When dawn had drawn the curtains of the night She quit me She up and she quit me, man She quit me She up and quit me-yeah It wasn't because I didn't treat her kind I wonder who put leaving on her mind She quit me She up and she quit me, man She quit me She up and quit me-yeah It wasn't because I couldn't satisfy-no Now where'd she get the nerve to say goodbye Oh, she quit me She up and quit me, man-oh, yeah She quit me She up and quit me-yeah |
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| 4. |
| 2:21 |
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My baby's sweeter Lord, she's sweeter than apple butter My baby's sweeter You know, she's sweeter than apple butter She's lonely tonight I just brought her over from Calcutta |
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| 5. |
| 1:54 |
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Now, your grandma's, and my grandma's, sittin' by the fire My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your flag on fire." Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now) Iko-iko an dey (yeah) Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney Chakko mo fi-nah-ney Now, your flag boy and my flag boy Was sittin' by the fire My flag boy told your flag boy "I'm gonna set your flag on fire." Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now) Iko-iko an dey (yeah) Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney Chakko mo fi-nah-ney (Hey, hey now) Now, look at my king, All dressed in red Iko-Iko an-dey I betcha' five dollars, He'll kill ya dead Chakko mo fi-nah-ney Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now) Iko-iko an dey (hey) Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney Chakko mo fi-nah-ney IKO! (descending into general hilarity) |
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| 6. |
| 3:04 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:35 |
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Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping Here behind my hand It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang In the heart of the hillside It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other You and me, sweet and slightly out of key Like the sound of a running down calliope Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor With the sun behind my hair My music filled the air with symbols and lightning Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons? My hair is growing dark And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving 'Cross the deep salt sea Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon |
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| 8. |
| 3:50 |
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| 9. |
| 3:24 |
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Jungle telephone Ding a dong ding ding with a red mud Ching a chong ching ching Gorilla go bang bang ling ling Gorilla go bang bang _ling ling Great white hunter He shoot gun gun Country boy baboon Him go run run Gorilla go bang bang ling ling Gorilla go bang bang ling ling Get Back Gorilla!!!!!! |
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| 10. |
| 3:14 |
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