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from Alex Chilton - High Priest (2010)
Rich
Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends Since you left me (since you left me) I'm as lonely as I can be Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night Oh, those lonely weekends You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) You said our love (ooh-wah) would never die (ooh-wah-wah) You said you'd be (ooh-wah) good to me (ooh-wah-wah) But baby, you didn't even try Well I'm makin' alright (Well I'm makin' alright) From Monday morning till Friday night BROh, those lonely weekends BROh, those lonely weekends BRFADE: BROh, those lonely weekends |
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from Alex Chilton - Black List (2010)
Lewis
If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green I'll show you more money baby, than Rockefeller ever seen If you'll be my baby, you can be my boss I'll stick closer to you than Jesus to the cross If you'll be my baby, sure can be my boss I'll stick closer to you baby than Jesus to the cross If you don't believe I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in If you don't believe I love you, look what a fool I been Baby don't believe I love you? Just look what a fool I been Don't believe I love you, baby, just look what a fool I been Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck, duck, duck I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up Please tell me baby, who's been telling you Who's been telling you everything ol' Furry do? Please tell me baby who's been telling you Who's been telling you every thing ol' Furry do? Baby, somebody been telling you everything ol' Furry do |
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from Alex Chilton - Black List (2010)
Bergman-Keith-Spence
Let's take it nice and easy It's gonna be so easy For us to fall in love Hey baby what's your hurry Relax and don't you worry We're gonna fall in love We're on the road to romance - that's safe to say But let's make all the stops along the way The problem now of course is To simply hold your horses To rush would be a crime 'Cause nice and easy does it every time |
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| from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010) | |||||
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| from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010) | |||||
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from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010)
Way down upon the old plantation
Old Master used to own me as a slave He had a little gal he'd call Lorena And we courted where the wild bananas waved For long years we courted and we were happy as one I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn One day I went to see dear Lorena I honked and she would meet me at the gate But they took her away to old Virginie And left me to morn for her fate For years I longed to see her Thoughts of her, as ever in my head One day master read me a letter Telling me that Lorena, she was dead No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn But I know that her soul has gone to heaven And there she is ever free from pain To her brighter crown it is given And no more will she wear these darky's chains No more the moon shines on Lorena As we sit and watch the coon among the corn And the possum playing on the wild banana And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn |
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from Alex Chilton - Like Flies On Sherbert (2010)
Tubb
When we dance together, my world's in disguise It's a fairy-land tale that's come true And when you look at me with those stars in your eyes I could waltz across Texas with you CHORUS Waltz across Texas with you in my arms Waltz across Texas with you Like a story-book ending, I'm lost in your charms And I could waltz across Texas with you My heartaches and troubles are just up and gone The moment that you come in view And with your hand in mine dear, I could dance on and on I could waltz across Texas with you |
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| from Alex Chilton - Feudalist Tarts - No Sex (2010) | |||||
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from Boat That Rocked (보트 댓 락트) [ost] (2009)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from Best Pop 100 Gold (2008)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from Alex Chilton - Live In Anvers [live] (2006)
Watson
Hello Is there anybody out there ? I'm alone hanging by a thread Everywhere around the world Everybody's waiting for someday Calling out around the world Maybe someday might be tonight Chorus Hook me up I'm reaching out for you Come on Hook me up I know you can do it Come on Take me on Are you there? Tell me what you're feeling Your fears and all your wildest dreams Everyone around the world Is feeling just the same way that we are Reaching out around the world Will someone somewhere throw me a line? Chorus Hook me up I'm reaching out for you Come on Hook me up I know you can do it Come on Take me on Save me Save me Save me Save me Hello Is there anybody out there? guitar solo Calling out around the world Maybe someday might be tonite chorus Hook me up I'm reaching out for you Come on Hook me up I know you can do it Come on Take me on Hook me up I'm hanging on the line Come on Hook me up Make me come alive Come on Take me on Save me Save me Save me save me |
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from Alex Chilton - Live In Anvers [live] (2006)
Hanging out, down the street
The same old thing we did last week Not a thing to do But talk to you Steal your car and bring it down Pick me up, we'll drive around Wish we had A joint so bad Bust a street light Out past midnight Hanging out, down the street The same old thing we did last week Not a thing to do But talk to you |
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from Alex Chilton - Live In Anvers [live] (2006)
Oh, babe
Whatcha gonna do? Oh baby Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you I get up in the morning fix you something to eat Before I go to work I'll even brush your teeth I come back in the evening, you're still in bed You got a rag tied 'round your head Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you This is my last time I'm telling you to change your ways I'm telling you baby I mean what I say Last time I'm telling you to cut that jive Or your gonna find yourself outside Oh, babe I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? Oh baby Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you This is my last time I'm telling you to change your ways I'm telling you baby I mean what I say Last time I'm telling you to cut that jive Or your gonna find your ass outside Oh, babe Whatcha gonna do? I'm a sick and tired Of fooling 'round with you |
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from 7080 Fm Star (2005)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
I got a present for brother.
Choo choo train And I'm just dyin' to see my dear ol' mother. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah I got me a one-way ticket home. Choo choo train All my wild oats, Choo choo, done been sown. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah, yeah, uh Choo choo train Choo choo train Can't you see the poor boy's goin' insane. Choo choo train Choo choo train I gotta see my baby a on'e more again... |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
When I think about the good love you gave me,
I cry like a baby. Living without you is driving me crazy, I cry like a baby. Well, I know now that you're not a play thing, Not a toy, or a puppet on a string. As I look back on a love so sweet now, I cry like a baby. Every road is a lonely street, I cry like a baby. I know now that you're not a play thing, Not a toy, or a puppet on a string. Today we passed on a street, And you just walked on by. My heart just fell to my feet, And once again I began to cry. When I think about the good love you gave me, I cry like a baby. Living without you is driving me crazy, I cry like a baby. I know now that you're not a play thing, I cry like a baby. As I look back on a love so sweet now, I cry like a baby. Every road is a lonely street, I cry like a baby. My heart just fell to my feet, you know I cried like a baby. You left the water running now, I cried like a baby. |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
I met her in church!
I met her in church, on a Sunday morning She looked at me with eyes of love, as the choir sang, "Hallelujah!" Hallelujah! I met her in church I met her in church; we fell in love on a Sunday morning All at once, I heard angels singing, singing "Hallelujah!" Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I didn't find her on a Saturday night; I found her in the Sunday morning light I found her on a back row seat In a little church just down the street I met her in church, and I wed her in church Preacher Jones said, "Come here, children Good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise You're going to be happy for the rest of your life! Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church I found a love, I found a love! Hallelujah, I found a love? Right there in church, I found a love Singing, Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church Hallelujah! |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Pull the string and I'll wink at you, I'm your puppet
I'll do funny things if you want me to, I'm your puppet I'll be yours to have and to hold Darling you've got full control of your puppet Pull another string and I'll kiss your lips, I'm your puppet Snap your finger and I'll turn you some flips, I'm your puppet Your every wish is my command All you gotta do is wiggle your little hand I'm your puppet, I'm your puppet I'm just a toy, just a funny boy That makes you laugh when you're blue I'll be wonderful, do just what I'm told I'll do anything for you I'm your puppet, I'm your puppet Pull them little strings and I'll sing you a song, I'm your puppet Make me do right or make me do wrong, I'm your puppet Treat me good and I'll do anything I'm just a puppet an you hold my string, I'm your puppet Yeah, I'm your puppet Walking, talking, living, loving puppet I'm hanging on a string girl, I'll do anything now I'm a walking, talking, living, loving puppet, and I love you I'm a smiling happy face when you want me to Even make you happy when you're feeling blue |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
The city lights, the pretty lights
They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow Moving lines, flashing signs Blinking faster than the minds Leading people with suggestions Leaving no unanswered questions You can live without direction And it don't have to be perfection And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow But in the daytime, everything changes Nothing remains the same No one smiles anymore And no one will open his door until the night time comes And then the city lights, the pretty lights They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with the electric faces What they find, the glow erases And what they lose, the glow replaces And life is love In a neon rainbow A neon rainbow A neon rainbow |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Darling, I don't know much
But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep I'll work myself to death for you Just to show I adore you Nothing I wouldn't do for you 'Cause my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide And it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep All I ever, ever hope to be Depends on your love for me Baby, believe me If you should leave me I'd be nothing but an empty shell I know darn well, I can tell, now I don't know much But I know I love you so much My life depends on your touch And my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep It's too big to hide and it can't be denied My love is a river running soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep My love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep Well, my love is a river running soul deep Way down inside me, it's-a soul deep |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more? Anyway, yeah Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a-goin' home My baby just a-wrote me a letter My baby just a-wrote me a letter |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. She said there is no reason and the truth is plain to see That I've wondered through my playing cards, would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open, they might just as well have been closed. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale ... |
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from The Box Tops - The Letter (2005)
Set me free, why don't you baby ?
Get out my life, why don't you baby ? You really don't want me, you just keep me hanging on You really don't need me, you just keep me hanging on. Why do you keep coming around, playing with my heart ? Why don't you get out of my life and help me to make a new start ? Let me get over you the way you got over me, help me ! Set me free, why don't you baby ? Get out my life, why don't baby ? You really don't want me child, you just keep me hanging on You never never never needed me, you just keep me hanging on. You said when we broke up you just wanted to be friends Tell me, how can we still be friends when seeing you just breaks my heart again And there ain't nothing I can do about it. You really don't need me, you just keep me hanging on You really don't need me baby, you just keep me hanging on. Set me free, why don't you baby ? Set me free, why don't you baby ? Get out of my life, why don't you honey ? You just keep me hanging on Hey baby. |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
I got a present for brother.
Choo choo train And I'm just dyin' to see my dear ol' mother. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah I got me a one-way ticket home. Choo choo train All my wild oats, Choo choo, done been sown. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah, yeah, uh Choo choo train Choo choo train Can't you see the poor boy's goin' insane. Choo choo train Choo choo train I gotta see my baby a on'e more again... |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
I got a present for brother.
Choo choo train And I'm just dyin' to see my dear ol' mother. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah I got me a one-way ticket home. Choo choo train All my wild oats, Choo choo, done been sown. Choo choo train So don't slow down til you see my home town. Choo choo train Choo choo train I know you're not a jet aeroplane. But you see my baby's waitin' at the station. So give me just a little mo' acceleration. Choo choo train, yeah, yeah, uh Choo choo train Choo choo train Can't you see the poor boy's goin' insane. Choo choo train Choo choo train I gotta see my baby a on'e more again... |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
I met her in church!
I met her in church, on a Sunday morning She looked at me with eyes of love, as the choir sang, "Hallelujah!" Hallelujah! I met her in church I met her in church; we fell in love on a Sunday morning All at once, I heard angels singing, singing "Hallelujah!" Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I didn't find her on a Saturday night; I found her in the Sunday morning light I found her on a back row seat In a little church just down the street I met her in church, and I wed her in church Preacher Jones said, "Come here, children Good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise You're going to be happy for the rest of your life! Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church I found a love, I found a love! Hallelujah, I found a love? Right there in church, I found a love Singing, Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church Hallelujah! |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
I met her in church!
I met her in church, on a Sunday morning She looked at me with eyes of love, as the choir sang, "Hallelujah!" Hallelujah! I met her in church I met her in church; we fell in love on a Sunday morning All at once, I heard angels singing, singing "Hallelujah!" Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I didn't find her on a Saturday night; I found her in the Sunday morning light I found her on a back row seat In a little church just down the street I met her in church, and I wed her in church Preacher Jones said, "Come here, children Good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise You're going to be happy for the rest of your life! Singing, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church I found a love, I found a love! Hallelujah, I found a love? Right there in church, I found a love Singing, Hallelujah! I met her in church; I met her in church Hallelujah! |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
I warned you, baby, from time to time
You don't listen so pay me no mind About movin' on, yeah I’m a moving on I'm through with you, too bad you're blue, I’ll move on. Mr. Engineer with your throttle in hand Take me back to that Southern land It called moving, keep a-rolling on You're flying too high for my old sky, I’ll move on Mr. Fireman, please woncha listen to me I got a woman in Tennessee Keep on moving, keep a-rolling on You're flying too high, it's all over now, I move on Yes I’m gonna move, I’m gonna move Said I’m gonna move, gotta go home I gotta go home, I gotta go home Well tell you I I I, I going home I I I, I going home I I I, I going home I’ve gotta go home I’ve gotta go baby I gotta keep rolling and I’m gonna move I said I’m gonna move, baby I said goin’ goin’ home I’m going home, darling. |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Maybe I'll write you a letter
Maybe I'll give you a call Maybe I'll drop you a line When I'm feelin' better Maybe I won't after all Somewhere a river is flowing Rollin' on into the sea Somewhere a flower is growing That don't mean anything to me Let me go Let me go Let me go Don't give me the answer 'Cause I don't wanna know Just let my heart go on beating a little bit longer I'm so young I'm so young Don't pick me up If you think you see me falling I've been waiting so long to fall Don't come to me If you think you hear me calling It won't be me that called Let me go Let me go Let me go Don't give me the answer 'Cause I don't want to know Just let my heart go on beating a little bit longer I'm so young I'm so young I'm so young I'm so young |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Please, don't cry, my baby
Can't nobody ever come between us No We've got something, something special Yeah Neighbors on our street are talking about our thing, messing Messing with our business Pay no attention, baby; hold your little head up high, now People are going to talk, people are going to hate us People are going to talk. O-o-o? People will be people, and I'll tell you people, they've just got to talk O-o-o, don't worry, baby, it's going to be all right Can't nobody ever bring us down, now We got it baby, we've got the real "real thing" The way you walk, I'll tell you, it sure is nice. It makes them nervous Just to watch you walk, baby Keep on strutting, honey; hold your little head up high, now People are going to talk, people are going to stare People are going to balk, and o-o-o? People will be people, and I'll tell you, people, they've just got to talk Don't you let them get you down, now Don't you worry about a dog-gone thing People are just naturally going to talk, about a girl who's got it Got everything And baby, baby, Baby, you've got it People are going to talk, people are going to frown People are going to walk and o-o-o, put us down People will be people, and I'll tell you, people, they've just got to talk. So let them talk! Huh! People are just naturally going to talk, But we've got to keep on trying? But we've got to keep on trying? We've got to keep on trying, hey, hey, yeah It's so hard to live in this dog-gone city It's a city without pity But we've got to keep on trying We've got to keep on trying So let them talk Talking about a girl who's got it |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
(Whew, Whoa Alright!
I just wanna say I love you All night long Alright! Slap it to me.) Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (if you can) Well ball me baby Well ball me all night long (that feels pretty good) Well roll me baby Until my back ain't got no bones. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no not at all! Well rock me baby Well rock me all night long Rock me baby Well rock me all night long Well rock me baby Until my back ain't got no bone. I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no! |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
There was a time
I knew my mind And needed no one else As strong as stone I stayed alone Depending only on myself And suddenly my eyes Fell on you And with a smile You conquered me I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you No ties to bind The wandering kind I was a rolling stone My only prayer The restless wind My only debt my own Then with a word You blew my mind And you touched me With love I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you I became a sandman Crumbling in you hand Just a sandman You turned me into sand I’m a sandman But stone in love with you Sandman Sandman Sandman |
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from The Box Tops - Nonstop (2005)
Whoa?
Whoa? She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, calling her name and trying to find her She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, knocking and beating on every door Some pity me, and people start to cry One man said he'd help me but I think he done said goodbye But I've got to keep on trying, 'though I'm going crazy, about to lose my mind Oh, I've got to keep on trying, 'though I'm going crazy, about to lose my mind My heart said without a love you're dying Baby, baby, baby, say, can't you hear me crying? Say, whoa? Whoa? Help me, somebody Yeah? yeah? I'm walking through a club, jump up and grab the microphone And asked the man who's leading the band to let me sing my song My heart said without a love you're dying Say, baby, baby, baby, now, can't you hear me crying? Say, whoa? Say, whoa? She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, calling her name and trying to find her She shot a hole in my soul I'm walking all over town, knocking and beating on every door She shot a hole in my soul She shot a hole in my soul Whoa-oh? Oh yeah... She shot a hole in my soul Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah? She shot a hole in my soul, yeah? She shot a hole in my soul |
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from The Box Tops - Dimension (2005)
Sweet cream ladies, forward march;
The world owes you a living Sweet cream ladies, do your part, Think of what you're giving To the lost and lonely people of the night Out of need, they seek direction for their life They will love you in the darkness, Take advantage of your starkness, And refuse to recognize you in the light Sweet cream ladies, forward march; Think what you're providing Sweet cream ladies, show your starch; What's the use of hiding? Tell the socialites to look the other way; It's instinctive stimulation you convey It's a necessary function, Meant for those without compunction, Who get tired of vanilla every day (salvation army band instrumental) Sweet cream ladies forward march; Puritans ignore them Sweet cream ladies do their part; Sweet cream men adore them Let them satisfy the ego of the male Let them fabricate success to those who fail, And should penalties pursue them, When there's really credit due them, They might keep a simple fellow out of jail! (repeat & fade): Sweet cream ladies, forward march. O-o-o? |
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