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| 1. |
| 5:13 | 
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When I look back boy I must have been green
Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream Looking for an answer trying to find a sign Until I saw your city lights honey I was blind They said get back honky cat Better get back to the woods Well I quit those days and my redneck ways And oh the change is gonna do me good You better get back honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine Well I read some books and I read some magazines About those high class ladies down in New Orleans And all the folks back home well, said I was a fool They said oh, believe in the Lord is the golden rule They said stay at home boy, you gotta tend the farm Living in the city boy, is going to break your heart But how can you stay, when your heart says no How can you stop when your feet say go |
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| 2. |
| 5:33 |
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Cool grass blowing up the pass
Don't you know I'm feeling mellow I love your Roman nose, the way you curl your toes baby Make me feel so mellow It's the same old feeling I get when you're stealing Back into my bed again With the curtains closed and the window froze By the rhythm of the rain You make me mellow, you make me mellow Rocking smooth and slow Mellow's the feeling that we get Watching the coal fire glow You make me mellow, I make you mellow Wrecking the sheets real fine Heaven knows what you sent me Lord But God this is a mellow time Going down to the stores in town Getting all the things we need Don't forget the beer my little dear It helps to sow the mellow seed And it can't be bad, all the love I've had Coursing through life Down in the pass where the wind blows fast And mellow's feeling right |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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I'm getting bored
Being part of mankind There's not a lot to do no more This race is a waste of time People rushing everywhere Swarming around like flies Think I'll buy a forty four Give them all a surprise Think I'm gonna kill myself Cause a little suicide Stick around for a couple of days What a scandal if I died Yeah I'm gonna kill myself Get a little headline news I'd like to see what the papers say On the state of teenage blues A rift in my family I can't use the car I gotta be in by ten o'clock Who do they think they are I'd make an exception If you want to save my life Brigitte Bardot gotta come And see me every night |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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I got frostbitten in the winter
Ice skating on the river With my pretty little black-eyed girl She'd make your darn toes curl just to see her I got a fringe front on my buggy I got a frisky little colt in a hurry And a pretty little black-eyed Suzie by my side Well she sure knows how to use me Pretty little black-eyed Suzie Playing hookie with my heart all the time Living with her funky family In a derelict old alley Down by the river where we share a little loving in the moonshine I'm an old hayseed harp player I'm the hit of the county fair With my pretty little black-eyed girl Living proof as she swirls She's a dancer |
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| 5. |
| 4:42 |
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She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight * And I think it's gonna be a long long time Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone Repeat * Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them if you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job five days a week A rocket man, a rocket man Repeat * (twice) And I think it's gonna be a long long time..... |
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| 6. |
| 3:59 |
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I have to say my friends
This road goes a long, long way And if we're going to find the end We're gonna need a helping hand I have to say my friends We're looking for a light ahead In the distance a candle burns Salvation keeps the hungry children fed It's gotta take a lot of salvation What we need are willing hands You must feel the sweat in your eyes You must understand salvation A chance to put the devil down Without the fear of hell Salvation spreads the gospel |
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| 4:22 |
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There's a river running sweat right through our land
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand And I've taken just as much as I can stand Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can Most nights I have to watch my woman cry Every day I watch the colonel smile His painted ladies riding in from town I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground Slave, slave To fight the violence we must be brave Hold on strong to the love God gave Slave There's a rumour of a war that's yet to come That may free our families and our sons It may lay green lands to barren wastes The price of release is a bitter blow to face |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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Tread on my face if you like little lady
Turn me inside out if you have to baby But don't you cross me off your list I am young and I ain't never been kissed Never been kissed by a lady called Amy You're far out, you're fab and insane A woman of the world, it's quite plain My dad told me Amy's your name Said he'd break my neck if I played your game But he can bust my neck `cause I love you all the same Amy I know you don't have to show your affection `Cause the big boys like you and to you I'm an infection So if you don't want me around I think I'll run along and drown You can't want this bum in town Amy I'm beaten on the streets `cause I loves you I watch you go to work in the summer I don't whistle at you down the street I would if I could but I can't whistle you see Amy I may not be James Dean Amy I may not be nineteen And I may still be in romper boots and jeans But Amy you're the girl that wrecks my dreams |
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| 9. |
| 5:01 |
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And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City Until you've seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you I thank the Lord there's people out there like you While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I'll go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the Lord for the people I have found I thank the Lord for the people I have found |
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| 10. |
| 5:36 |
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Ooh I got a busted wing and a hornet sting
Like an out of tune guitar Ooh she got Hercules on her side And Diana in her eyes Some men like the Chinese life Some men kneel and pray Ooh well I like women and I like wine And I've always liked it that way Always liked it that way I can't dig it, the way she tease That old tough man routine up her sleeve Living and loving, kissing and hugging Living and loving with a cat named Hercules A cat named Hercules Oh and it hurts like hell to see my gal Messing with a muscle boy No superman gonna ruin my plans Playing with my toys Rich man sweating in a sauna bath Poor boy scrubbing in a tub Me, I stay gritty up to my ears Washing in a bucket of mud Washing in a bucket of mud |
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| 11. |
| 2:54 |
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There's a river running sweat right through our land
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand And I've taken just as much as I can stand Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can Most nights I have to watch my woman cry Every day I watch the colonel smile His painted ladies riding in from town I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground Slave, slave To fight the violence we must be brave Hold on strong to the love God gave Slave There's a rumour of a war that's yet to come That may free our families and our sons It may lay green lands to barren wastes The price of release is a bitter blow to face |
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