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'KID' GLOVES
Well, they sprung me out of Quentin, I'm back on the mob's payroll They can buy my body Sure they can't buy my soul. I'm working out of Stockton Im weighing in at two -o -one But there's a man in the front row Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves',I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive. We'll the bought me out of Quentin. They've gone and placed their bets. I've got to throw the fight Just to save my neck. Saying 'yes' to the set up Made me feel so cheap But the street felt so good Now I've only got myself to beat A deal is a deal But you know I just can't win The mob oughta know My conscience is wearing thin For 'Kid' Gloves, I'm back in the ring 'Kid ' Gloves, I'll fight anything 'Kid" Gloves, I'll do anything but dive. 'Kid Gloves', I'm back on the street 'Kid" Gloves the master to beat "Kid" Gloves, Ill do anything but cry, 'Kid' Gloves, I'm back on my feet "Kid" Gloves, The master to beat "Kid" Gloves, I'll do anything but cry "Kid" Gloves, I'm back in the ring. "Kid Gloves, I'll fight anything "Kid Gloves" I'll do anything but dive Well, they burned me out of Quentin, They've gone and placed their bets I've got to throw a fight Just to save my neck. Saying yes to the set up Made me feel so cheap But the street felt so good Now I've only got myself to beat "Kid Gloves, I'm back out on the street "Kid' Gloves, the master to beat 'Kid' Gloves, I'll do anything but dive 'Kid' Gloves, I'm back in the ring "Kid" Gloves, I'll fight anything 'Kid' Gloves, I'll do anything but cry "Kid Gloves, I'm faster on my feet "Kid Gloves, the master to beat 'Kid" gloves, I'll do anything but dive |
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Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies,
To a heaven here on earth. And if you make time, it's a cool drive, Head down to the coast. If your taste runs to the gumbo, Don't know where to go? Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. If your head leaks like a strainer, The sea comes to your door. A strange sound from the juke-joint, A mile just down the road. Believe it when you hear it, The sound of the rubbing board. Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. Yeahh.. Move it over, Open up that lane. Roll it over, Buddy, I'm insane. You won't feel like a stranger, You've found a second home. You can get out of your tree there, When that music hits your soul. Bye-bye Big Brother, 'Cause I'm going away, I wanna listen to the man, They call Clifton Chenier. Feel like a statistic, Feeling shrink-wrapped too. It's fun-time baby, You've been too long in school. Head down to the place, Near to Thibodaux, Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. Move that semi, Buddy, I'm insane. It's now or never, I can't touch the brakes. Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou, And I can see the sign. Shining like a beacon, Right on through the night. No more airs and graces, Gotta catch the show. Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco. |
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Well, a hurricane is on its way across the Bible Belt
Just watch the sway of the sugar cane Move from right to left It could be gone when the morning comes Should be heading west Hang around, go in the storm It's anybody's guess Still can't find you, still can't find you Well, sorrow is my middle name And I'll tell you something else Since you've been gone, I'm broken down I cannot trust myself Been hangin' 'round this lonesome town Feelin' less and less What is gonna happen here is anybody's guess? Still can't find you, still can't find you Who's gonna hide you? Yeah Well, a Terraplane just passed my way Won't give me a ride Standing on the freeway, the wind is rising high I could make out, there is no doubt But can't leave you behind Still, I cannot find you, no matter how I try Still can't find you, still can't find you What can I do? Yeah |
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Went down to the station,
Leaned against the door. Went down to the station, I...leaned against the door. I knew it was the Empire State, Can tell by the way she blows. Asked the depot agent, "Please let me ride the blinds". Asked the depot agent, "Please let me ride the blinds". He said, "Son, I like to help you...you know, But the Empire State ain't mine". The Empire State...you know she, Rides on Eastern time. The Empire State, She rides on Eastern time, She's the "rollingest" baby, On the New York Central line. It was a mean ol' fireman, And a low-down engineer. It was a cruel fireman, A low-down engineer. That took my baby away, Left poor me sitting here. Engineer blew the whistle, The fireman rang the bell. The engineer blew the whistle, The fireman rang the bell. My woman's on board, She's was waving me fair-well. I'm gonna tell you what that, Mean ol' train will do. I'm gonna tell you, What that mean ol' train will do. Take your woman away, And shoot back black smoke back at you. They'll take your woman away, And shoot black smoke back at you. Take your woman away, And shoot black smoke back at you. Let's go... |
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Came home this morning,
Looking half-way like a ghost. Walked in this morning, Feeling half-way like a ghost. Face looked like marble, My blood burned just like toast. Face looked like marble, My blood burned just like toast. Yeah...yeah If I had some sense, I'd tear that building down. If I had some sense, I'd tear that building down. No more gin house, Just smiles instead of frowns. No more gin house, Smiles instead of frowns. Came home this morning, Found her crying by the door. Came home this morning, Found her crying by the door. Make my promise, Won't barrel-house no more. You've got my word, Won't barrel-house no more. I can see the ghost, Feeling like a ghost. Came home this morning, Looking half-way like a ghost. Came home this morning, Feeling half-way like a ghost. Face looked like marble, My blood burned just like toast. Face looked like marble, Blood burned just like toast. Yeah.... |
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You're feeling haunted,
See those shadows on the shades? You're stalking 'round the room, Your name is on a blade. The darkness 'round your neck Is like a metal claw, Who is gonna save you? Who will hear your call? Hear you call..yeahh.. You'll never get to heaven, Putting money in the plate. Can't bribe St. Peter, When you're at Heaven's gate. Right now you wonder, How crazy things can be, You dealt your own hand, Five-card Destiny. Roller-coaster, feeling from the floor. Someone stole the, key right from your door. Just what you needed, Shadows on the blinds. Feel so somersaulted, Trying to keep your sense of time. Lightning on the windows, Just to seal your fate. Who is gonna save you, When you're at Heaven's gate? Yeahh....heavens gate. |
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I'm walkin' wounded,
Got my heart in a sling. I've been injected, Till I don't feel a thing. You got me hurting, Where it gets me most. If I had some sense, I'd move back to the Southern Coast. Yeahhhh.... I'm truly wounded Like a fox in a snare. I feel inspected, 'Cause I'm caught in your glare. You've done your damage, Are you sure that you're through? Don't cross me no more, I've had enough of you. Yeahhhh.... I'm sleepwalkin', Like an unlit fuse, I'm breaking out, baby, Got no time to lose. I feel suspended', Got no lust for life. You drew my picture, As sharp as a knife. Time is a wastin', But the message got through. Don't cross me no more, I've had enough of you. I'm walkin' wounded, Got my heart in a sling. I've been injected, Till I don't feel a thing. You got me hurtin', Where it gets me most. I've got some sense now, I'm going back to the Southern Coast. Yeahhhh....yeah. |
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You're like a Slumming Angel
Lost on the wrong side of town Just want to see the pictures Tell your man, "Turn down the sound" You're acting wise but aren't you afraid 'Round here you might get blown away Like a Slumming Angel Lost on the wrong side of town Slumming Angel Lost on the wrong side of the tracks I saw you ask the poor kid To take the time to show you back Don't burn your wings, flying to high Around here you might just end up dying Like a Slumming Angel Lost on the wrong side of town Slumming Angel Don't you know your way around? Straight out of heaven Don't you know where you stand? Take off those rose colored glasses This place is no wonderland You're like a Slumming Angel Born on the wrong side of the tracks Saw you ask the poor boy To take the time to show you back Go home to your Daddy Where you ought to go Things have changed around here Don't you know You're like a Slumming Angel Lost on the wrong side of town Slumming Angel Lost on the wrong side of town, yeah Slumming Angel Let me show you around, yeah |
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