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I'm flying
Across the ocean And I'm soaring Back home To the place I was born And probably raised. And I'm flying Across the mountains and valleys, Back home to the one that I love so happily. Can ya blame me for feeling homesick 'Cause I've been away such a very long long time I served a while in the county jail Five years for being hungry tired and poor On and on Yes I will follow With your buttons and bows. |
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I don't need no one's opinion
On the matter concerning my dress I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma There were many things I did not possess I never complained because my father said "son, you'll get your chance before you're my age." Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit Written all over his face He said, "others may come and others may go But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'." Three button hand me down Three button hand me down I had my fair share of neat women But they came between me and my suit That was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston Not forgetting the one in Detroit They said, "we like you, boy, and we think you're sweet But can't you lose your suit?" I said, "no, you can't do that to me." I remember what my father said He said, "others may come and others may go But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'." Three button hand me down, ha, ha Three button hand me down I've never been a tidy dresser And the fold in my trousers - it ain't straight Still, I know a good cloth when I see one That's why I'm clad in this gray flannel suit Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailor And get myself a smooth outfit Then I remember what my father said to me I'll make you from the open road He said, "others may come and others may go But that suit will be around wherever you go." Three button hand me down Three button hand me down |
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There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with a thumb For his tongue it could not speak But only flatter He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there that he made his bed Often times he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read |
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Mother, don't you recognize your son?
Coming home 'cause I failed you, mother I'll be there in the morning If you'll have me back The rent up here is much too high For a room without a tap I'll be early in the morning And I'll find my way back home Back home, bad 'n' ruin With my tail between my legs Tail between my legs And I'll be so tired I'll be early tomorrow morning And I'll fall down off my plane Don't be embarrassed, mother By your ugly worn-out son Your ugly worn-out son Mother, you won't recognize me now Mother, you won't recognize me now Mother, you won't recognize me now And I'll be down on Cannon street Passport in my hand Should you not recognize me I've heavily made-up my eyes Mama, you won't recognize me now Brother, you won't recognize me now Sister, you won't recognize me now Mother, you won't recognize me now So, mother, when you've seen me Don't forget I'm your boy too I know my brother has done you proud He's one foot in the grave Mother, don't you recognize me now? I'm a burglar in the first degree But it don't seem to worry me I'll be so tired, so tired I'll be so tired, so tired So tired |
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Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighbourhood Was invited by a skinny girl Into her high class world Left my bicycle under the stairs Laid my coat across the kosher chairs Made my way across the crowded room I had nothing to lose My reception wasn't very keen So turning on a friendly grin, Stood on the table with my glass of gin And came straight to the point I was glad to come I'll be sad to go So while I'm here I'll have me a real good time I was glad to come I'll be sad to go So while I'm here I'll have me a real good time. Oh no Dancin' madly 'round the room, yeah Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune Was escorted by a friendly slag 'Round the ... back Wandered c-c-cross ... Missed my step and I fell on the floor. Said one word and was asked to leave Kinda' wish I was dead. I was glad to come And I'll be so sad to leave, But while I was here I had me a real good time, oooh. The skinny girl made it clear, That she only came here for the beer - that's a fact, oh yeah The vicar he simply reeked of gin - good God On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle, good party Ooh hoo, ha ha, yeah I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home, yeah Ooh hoo Hoo, get in there Ooh hoo |
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I left you on the debris
At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps at the front door And that old familiar love song 'Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there At the top of the stairs I went there and back Just to see how far it was And you, you tried to tell me But I had to learn for myself There's more trouble at the depot With the general workers union And you said, "They'll never change a thing Well, they won't fight and they're not working" Oh, you was my hero How you are my good friend I've been there and back And I know how far it is But I left you on the debris Now we both know you got no money And I wonder what you would have done Without me hanging around |
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Miss Judy she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam I was just 18, crude and mean All I needed was to get my own way Get out of my way Miss Judy she could have me Any hour of the working day She'd send me in the corn field mid afternoon Said son it's all part of your job Miss Judy had a cross eyed poodle That I would kick if I was given the chance Never was amused by the kindness I used I was whipped in the barn until dawn It hurt me Last summer we was restless Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm But it was all in the head 'Cause out in the yard Miss Judy had the National Guard We was beaten, before we started Miss Judy she was moody And she always didn't get her own way Just state the facts, get it right Kick her when she's down |
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My mom she likes you, she thinks your swell
Got the makings of a dance hall girl Your low cut frock and your birds nest hair Stepping up heels and the way that you smell She says to take you back To see my folks again on Sunday Why it looks as though there's nobody in They've all went out to see my Auntie Renny Don't you worry you just come right in I'm sure we'll pass the time 'til they come home Well let me take your coat Take off your shoes, warm your toes, try the sofa Its getting dark we'll miss the late night bus It's only eight but I'm not taking any chances What's that noise why'd they come back so soon Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess I'll wet my socks pretend we just got caught in the rain Oh your so rude |
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Too bad we was thrown downstairs
You never got a chance to sing We were quite polite With one invite To keep us off the street We mingled for a minute or two With the high class clientele And then somebody said who invited them That crowd of refugees What an insult to be shown the door Before we could shake a leg I was most intrigued by the colored queen Leaning on the kitchen door Then I was ushered with my friends By the butler who was twelve feet tall Well let me please explain That were not to blame We just don't have the right accent No, no All we wanted to do was to socialize Oh you know its a shame I was always getting the pain All we wanted to do was to socialize Oh you know its a shame How we always get the blame Twenty girls, damp hotels Is where I'm gonna stay Cause now I see what it's all about I didn't at the old school side Don't worry we had more fun Waiting for the all night bus Too bad my regional tongue Gave us away again |
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It's hard to believe that this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives Now so empty inside and feeling no pain Waiting for a hammer, and a big ball and chain They can tear it all down and build something new But only I remember what was here Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone How long will I have to keep returning? Now I look back think I've known all the time I've been finding myself for so long All the vows that we made Count for old bags of lumber Disappear on the cart down the road |
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In the mornin dont say you love me,
cause Ill only kick you out of the door I know your name is rita cause your perfumes smellin sweeter Since when I saw you down on the floor. Wont need to much pursuadin I dont mean to sound degradin, But with a face like that you got nothin to laugh about. Red lips, hair and fingernails, I hear youre a mean old jezebel Lets go up stairs and read my tarot cards Stay with me, stay with me For tonight youd better stay with me Stay with me, stay with me For tonight youd better stay with me So, in the mornin, please dont say you love me cause you know Ill only kick you out the door Yeah, Ill pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, Just dont be here in the mornin when I wake up Stay with me, stay with me For tonight youd gonna stay with me Sit down, get up, get out. |
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Oh Cindy ain't you noticed that several of your friends have moved on
And the street outside is just a little too quiet And your local papers (the Berkshire and Windsor annoyance) run out of news I'm not persuading you or disengaging you But Cindy you and me we've got to move Can you refuse, no time to lose We'll hit the high road early this morning So don't be late, don't hesitate This dream can pass just as fast as lightning And Cindy and incidentally baby ain't putting you on Can you refuse, no time to lose We'll hit the high raod early this morning So don't be late, don't hesitate This dream can pass just as fast as lightning Oh Cindy don't you worry 'cause between us we can make it through There ain't nothing no no nothing in the world I can do without you So Cindy get your coat on leave the rent with the gent in the penthouse Turn your music so loud let's attract a big crowd We'll drink a round to this town and bid goodbye Ron WoodRod StewartIan McLagan 1973 |
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thank you kindly for thinking of me
if I'm not smiling I'm just thinking glad and sorry, happy or sad when all is done and spoken you're up or I'm down can you show me a dream can you show me one that's better than mine can you stand it in the cold light of day neither can I can you show me a dream can you show me one that's better than mine can you stand it in the cold light of day neither can I |
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cell block five, how I hate Bromide
with your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile the corner gang never made a man of me boy you know the walls are tall and the inmates scheme there's no one here thats more than seventeen bet your life there's a riot tonight in the messhall, listen a letter from your home town makes you sad you read it when the wardens had a second laugh he said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy see the years roll on by such a senseless waste of time what a way to reform call out your number, who's a nonconformer not me baby, oh yeah Shakey Brown didn't hang around when a Molotow didn't do its stuff you went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun you know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand if he did you were hit by a downtown tram or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator see the years roll on by such a senseless waste of time what a way to reform call out your number, who's a nonconformer not me baby, oh yeah when I get out, I'll get straight if this old world gives me half a break but, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder don't blame me, don't blame me baby, no, no got to make a break for the county line |
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Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot
All I did was stand around and get too hot Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side Losin' all my money and I'm getting tired Ol' Bill he come a'runnin' like he's gettin' some Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun I don't mind, but he wants my lady too You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round Pool hall king was playin' back in town Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack You ought to hear the silence when the kid walks in His reputation's bigger than gasoline I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you could ever do With your yellow carnation and your pink satin shoe You make me jealous but I worship you One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean Wipe that smile right off your chin Everybody gonna drive from miles around Cuein' up to see me take away your crown Then you'll never never ever take my lady then Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you could ever do Dig this Bam goes the brown, that's another one down Know they play much better when the sun goes down Bang goes the green, you're so obscene Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue The pool hall king is hustlin' you Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all This kid can play, oh yeah Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down Know they play much better when the sun goes down Bang goes the green, you're so obscene Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean Damn the pink, one more to sink Gonna beat you someday 'cause you're makin' me sick Down on the black, at the back of the pack Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you could ever do You're breakin' my heart But you're stealin' my tart Shut up |
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(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood, Kenny Jones, Tetsu Yamauchi, Ian McLagan)
Hey baby, I want to say somethin' to ya', listen Sometimes when I get out of my head And I say all the wrong things Sometimes I know I stay out late at night And I get back fighting, hey babe Somehow all my plans Keep slippin' through my hands And I end up crying, but listen I can be a millionaire Honey when you're standing there You're so exciting You can make me dance, you can make me sing, You can make me do just any old thing, and I love it Sometimes I want to get up so early And get away from here girl Summer's gone, and before long North winds blow, that bring the snow I'll keep us warm girl My schemes it seems, are merely dreams Fading with each morning, hey babe But this old heart of mine Is far too proud not to keep on tryin' You can make me dance, you can make me sing, You can make me do just any old thing, yeah baby Ah yeah So little bird don't fly away Want you here every day Don't ever leave me I'd rather lose both my eyes Than never see your smiling face again girl You can make me dance, you can make me sing, You can make me do just any old thing You can make me dance, you can make me sing, You can make me do just any old thing Hey babe Keep on loving me babe, yeah Keep on loving me babe Just keep on loving me babe Just keep on loving me babe Just keep on loving, ooh babe Just keep on loving me darling Just keep on loving me darling Just keep on loving me darling, darling, darling, darling Ha ha Woww, alright Hey baby Oh darling Keep on loving me darling Just keep on loving me darling Just keep on loving me darling Just keep on loving me darling |
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