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I tell you sweetly now
Why I can't come to bed I'm listening to the music That's playing in my head While your filled With sleepy dreams I'm moving to the sounds The beat keep driving In my brain And the words go Round and round I see myself up on the stage And holding my guitar And I can't tell If it's Carnegie Hall Or just some local bar But the hands are clapping And the place is moving And I feel it in my soul It's late at night And I can't sleep I gotta write some Rock and roll It drives me crazy about Twenty-four hours a day It's bouncing all around In my brain I've just got to play While the world Outside is quiet And the children Are fast asleep But here inside I'm rockin' 'n' rollin' To a crazy beat So come on come on come on Come on boys let's play Yeah we're gonna do it, Do it, do it Twenty-four hours a day Everybody party Twenty-four hours a day Everybody party Come on boys let's play Listen baby what I say Everybody party Party party every day |
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| 2. |
| 3:19 |
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I want to tell you
A little story I want to whisper In your ear I wanna get Your engine running I wanna slip you into gear I got a present in my pocket All I've gotta give A little present >From the Rocket All I've gotta give Come on and be my lover I'll take you under cover Come on and be my lover All I'll be your lovin' man You're got to feel it Deep inside girl You got to take it When it comes You'll never know Until you're tried girl Please don't stop What's just begun I've got a burning in my body Baby I'm on fire I ain't asking Nothing naughty But won't you get me higher |
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| 5:02 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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Street fighting man
He's a hard one yes indeed Just got in from Houston Who knows when he'll leave Made his reputation In small town southern bars Everyone respects him Treats him like a star Street fighter Street fighting man (You got to) Watch yourself today While you're on the run Cover the tracks That you lay down Your time is gonna come (Yes it is) He's got a lady waiting Back home in New Orleans A Louisana sweetheart They call the Southern Queen He promised her They'd settle down And make a home someday But he said, "Babe, You've got to wait awhile. I've got one last debt to pay." He met his man at Steeler's Inn Where they play Cards for pay In a flash Two shots were fired And one man rode away The crowd began To circle him As he lay there dying And in the night He thought he heard His sweetheart lady crying |
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| 3:02 |
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| 6. |
| 4:51 |
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| 3:56 |
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Life goes by
And things get slower Everyday I get a little lower Need some time to get my moving I need a woman To give me some soothin' Easy life, easy times Got no reason, got no rhyme Easy life, slip through my hand Easy life, easy times I've been up and down Three times now Got to find a place to hide now Easy life slipped Through my hands Easy women And rock and roll bands Easy life, easy times Got no money or got no lines Lookin' for a better way Got to cash in on the dues That I pay Had a woman I didn't understand I showed her where it's at With the back of my hand |
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| 3:02 |
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Come on pretty baby Put your party dress on Come on won't you rock-it With me all night long Can't we lovey-dovey like the Way we used to do before That's what I like CHORUS: Let me take you home tonite Everything will be alright Baby, let me get next to you Don't you try and tell me girl That I'm not your style, Come on get to know me For a little while Can't we lovey-dovey like the Way we used to do before That's what I like CHORUS The way you shake and shimmy Girl you drive me wild When you touch me girl You set my soul on fire Can't we lovey-dovey like the Way we used to do before That's what I like CHORUS |
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| 9. |
| 8:45 |
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> And from where I stand
I reach my hand To catch a love blow But the selfish stare Though electric air Is a blinding light show I see the face That has no place But somehow knows The truth is clear But hiding here In the blinding light show The blinding light show The place is strange The colors change The dancer slows And shifts his pace And lifts his face Into the blinding light show A naked heart is Quickly torn apart And the burning grows When you try to think It only makes you sink Into the blinding light show The blinding light show The blinding light show And while the crowd keeps Calling out ""Hoorah"" Their greedy hands Keep clutching out ""Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"" The aimless mob is calling out ""Hoorah"" And unseen candles Burning out ""Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah"" The blinding light show The blinding light show And the sounds of truth Ring hollow In this pretense world of show And the footlights Burn their pathways As the profits come and go And the seeming some-day singer Lives the Carney Barker's dream Selling all by saying nothing in The language of a scream The language of a scream And the blind shall Lead the sighted As we lose the candle glow No one knows tomorrow In the blinding light show The blinding light show The blinding light show |
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