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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, yeah I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, heh And that ain't too cool Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down, now Hey Joe, I heard you shot your old lady down You shot her down to the ground, yeah Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town And I gave her the gun I shot her! Alright Shoot her one more time again, baby Yeah Ah, dig it, now Ah! Ah! Oh, alright Hey Joe, said now Uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said Where you gonna run to now, where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it! I'm goin' way down south Way down to Mexico way Alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey, hey Joe You better run on down Goodbye everybody Ow! Hey, hey Joe Run on down |
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Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same Actin' funny, but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Don't know if I'm comin' up or down Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help me Help me Oh, no, no Hammerin' Talkin' 'bout heart 'n' s-soul I'm talkin' about hard stuff If everybody's still around, fluff and ease, if So far out my mind Something's happening, something's happening Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh, yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh Don't know if it's day or night You got me blowin', blowin' my mind Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time? Ooo Help me Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah Oh, no, oh Oh, help me Tell me, baby, tell me I can't go on like this You're makin' me blow my mind, mama N-no, nooo No, it's painful, baby |
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You know you're a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy And you know you're a sweet little lovemaker Foxy I wanna take you home... yeah I won't do you no harm... no You've got to be all mine... all mine Ooh, foxy lady Now ah, I see you, heh, are down on the scene Foxy You make me wanna get up and scream Foxy Oh, baby listen now I've made up my mind I'm tired of wasting all my precious time You've got to be all mine... all mine Foxy lady Here I come Yeah! I'm gonna take you home I won't do you no harm... no You've got to be all mine, all mine Foxy lady Here I come baby I'm comin to get ya Oh foxy lady You look so good Yeah, foxy... foxy Yeah, give us some Foxy Yeah, get it, babe You make me feel like Feel like sayin' foxy Foxy Foxy lady Foxy lady |
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At the Monterey Pop Festival
Come on man sing it with me Wild thing, you make my heart sing Oh You make a everything, groovy Wild thing Wild thing I think you move me But I want a know for sure Come on and ssssssock it to me one more time (Click) you move me Wild thing, you make my heart sing Oh You make a everything, groovy A sing again Wild thing Yeah Wild thing I think you move me But I want a know for sure Come on and ssssssock it to me one more time again Oh shucks I love ya Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make a everything, groovy Yeah wild thing Yeah wild thing Yeah yeah wild thing Yeah yeah yeah wild thing Oh sock it to me Wild thing Jimi Hendrix! |
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AFTER ALL JACKS ARE IN THEIR BOXES
AND THE CLOWNS HAVE ALL GONE TO BED YOU CAN HEAR HAPPINESS STAGGERING ON DOWN THE STREET FOOTPRINTS DRESSED IN RED AND THE WIND WHISPERS MARY A BROOM IS DREARILY SWEEPING UP THE BROKEN PIECES OF YESTERDAY'S LIFE SOMEWHERE A QUEEN IS WEEPING SOMEWHERE A KING HAS NO WIFE AND THE WIND CRIES MARY THE TRAFIC LIGHTS THEY TURN A BLUE TOMORROW AND SHINE THER EMPTINESS DOWN ON MY BED THE TINY ISLAND SAGS DOWNSTREAM CAUSE THE LIFE THAT LIVED IS DEAD AND THE WIND SCREAMS MARY WILL THE WIND EVER REMEMBER THE NAMES IT HAS BLOWN IN THE PAST AND WITH ITS CRUTCH ITS OLD AGE AND ITS WISDOM IT WHISPERS NO ,'THIS WILL BE THE LAST' AND THE WIND CRIES MARY |
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Well, she's walking
Through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind When I'm sad She comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free It's alright, she says, it's alright Take anything you want from me, anything Anything Fly on, little wing |
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Alright, now listen here now for the last time
You don't care for me I don't car about that Gotta new fool ha I like it like that I have only one itchin' desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire Hey Let me stand Hey Let me stand next to your fire Oh listine here baby And stop acting so crazy You say your mum ain't home It ain't my concern Just play with me and you won't get burned I have only one itching desire Let me stand next to your fire Yeah, let me stand baby Let me stand next to your fire Oh, let my stand Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire Oh move over Let jimi take over Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout baby Yeah! You try to gimmie your money You better save it babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one a itchin' desire Let me stand next to your fire Oh, let me stand Jimi: Yeah, thank you very much. I'd like to do this song dedicated To maybe a soldier in the army. singin' about his old lady that He dreams about and humpin' a machine gun instead or it could be Could be a cat maybe tryin' to fall in love with that girl baby, But a little bit too scared. that's where the problems come from Sometimes isn't it? I meen the cat is really insecure a little bit So the call girls groupies and they call girls this. and they call Passive people hippies and bla bla, woof, woof, all down the line That's because their not in love man that's what's happening. that's The other half of a man, is woman. and we'd like to play a thing called Izabella, and don't you ever forget it. |
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