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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Champagne Jam (1978)
Well, I'm proud to be livin' in the USA, playin' for the ARS
Might not be your cup of tea, but I can guarantee you this We'll have us a large time, a knock down, drag out ball We'll have us a large, large time, you all We played Macon, GA with Lynyrd Skynyrd, it was a rock 'n' roll hoedown Van Zant let that Freebird fly, don't you know he wasn't foolin' around We had us a large time, you shoulda heard those guitars squall We had us a large, real large time, you all - sure had a ball Well, I'm proud to be livin' in the USA, playin' for the ARS Might not be your cup of tea, but I can guarantee you this We'll have us a large time, a knock down, drag out ball We'll have us a large, large time, you all We played Macon, GA with Lynyrd Skynyrd, it was a rock 'n' roll hoedown Van Zant let that Freebird fly, don't you know he wasn't foolin' around We had us a large time, you shoulda heard those guitars squall We had us a large, real large time, you all - sure had a ball That's all |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Champagne Jam (1978)
Come on Mama, give me a break
Me and the boys are gonna stay out late I can't help it, it's in my bones We'll be jammin' all night long Gonna play up a storm Ooh, yeah sure am We're gonna have us a champagne jam We're gonna have us a champagne jam Ooh hoo, Break out the guitars and let's play some blues Don't want no whiskey gimme some high class booze Pour us some champagne Ooh, thank you maam We're gonna have us a champagne jam We're gonna have us a champagne jam Yeah, so let's have some first class fun Everybody gonna play some Let's raise a ruckus, let's tie one on Break out a bottle of Dom Perignon If they throw us in jail, we don't give a damn We're gonna have us a champagne jam So, pour us some champangne, woo Thank you maam, thank you maam We're gonna have us a champagne jam We're gonna have us a champagne jam Hey yeah yeah yeah So come on Woo hoo hoo "Ahh, play it Dean" "Guitar" What do you say, whatchoo say Woo hoo Thank you maam |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Champagne Jam (1978)
Imaginary lovers never turn you down
When all the others turn you away, they're around It's my private pleasure, midnight fantasy Someone to share my wildest dreams with me Imaginary lover, you're mine anytime Imaginary lovers, oh yeah When ordinary lovers don't feel what you feel And real life situations lose their thrill Imagination's unreal Imaginary lover, imaginary lover You're mine anytime Imaginary lovers never disagree They always care They're always there when You need satisfaction guaranteed Imaginary lover, imaginary lover You're mine all the time My imaginary lover You're mine anytime |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Third Annual Pipe Dream + A Rock And Roll Alternative [box] (2005)
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Doraville, touch of country in the city Doraville, it ain't much, but it's home Friends of mine say I oughta move to New York New York's fine, but it ain't Doraville Every night, I make a living making music And that's all right to folks in Doraville Yeah, hey hey Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey It's funky but i'ts pretty Sweet Georgia Yeah, hey hey Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey Come on down and visit, you'll dig it Red clay hills, rednecks drinking wine on Sunday Behind their field getting down in Doraville (CHORUS) It's all right It's all right Doraville Doraville, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right Doraville Doraville |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Third Annual Pipe Dream + A Rock And Roll Alternative [box] (2005)
This is a song for those Jesus hearted people
This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me I came across a Norman Rockwell In a faded magazine And the pictures on the page Brought to mind familiar faces I think everybody knows the kind I mean This is a song for those Jesus hearted people The gentle folks at home Yours and mine This ones for the good ole boys That I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me They are an easy going people Though they are hard set in their ways And they do not take the chance Even though the times are changing 'Cause they just can't get above them good ole days And this a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody knows one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys That I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Those Jesus hearted people treated me doo doo doo doo doo doo How I love those Jesus hearted people This is a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody's known one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me And I love the way them Jesus hearted people people treated me This is a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody's known one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Third Annual Pipe Dream + A Rock And Roll Alternative [box] (2005)
I'm gonna haunt you like a ghost in the dark
I'm gonna haunt you for breaking my heart I'm gonna track you like a thief in the night I'm gonna stick around and see Who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me I'm gonna spite you till my dyin' day I'm gonna fight you every inch of the way, yeah Don't ever turn your back and think that I'm gone I'll always be around to see Who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Tell me, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? I ain't no fool [Incomprehensible] I'm gonna haunt you like a ghost in the dark I'm gonna get you for breaking my heart I'll tell the world what a devil you are I'll get you back for gettin' me Baby, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Tell me, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Who'll your next fool be, who you gonna run to |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Third Annual Pipe Dream + A Rock And Roll Alternative [box] (2005)
Livin' out of a suitcase
Sleepin' in hotel rooms Rental cars and airport bars And dog day afternoons My occupation is a picker And music is my game Sometimes it makes me crazy But I would not change a thing So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson Let's give it everything we got just one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel so fine Four o'clock in the morning Waitin' for a plane We passed around the bottle, Lord And we don't feel no pain Life out here on the highway Has its ups and downs But last night the Georgia rhythm Tore up another town So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson, it's alright Let's give it everything we got just one more time One more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine, yeah Alright Rising above the madness Homeward bound again To normal ways and lazy days And old familiar friends Some conversation with my lady Some love long overdue God knows I hate to leave her But I got a job to do So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson, son Let's give it everything we got just one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Makin' music, movin' on down the line One more time Lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson Let's give it everything we got just one more time, one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine Give it everything we got just one more time |
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If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind And if you lose your woman, please don't fool with mine I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep 'Cause women these days, they're so doggone crooked That they might make off 'fore day creep Well, you can't watch your wife and your outside women too You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women too 'Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do? Well you can't watch your wife and your outside women too You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too 'Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do? |
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Atlanta Rhythm Section
Neon Nites We were two crazy people It was a neon nite A little glitter Multi-colored slides There was some high stepping Oh, what a life With those high rolling Star snuggling neon nites Guess we had us A high time or two I remember those Neon nites with you Give me some high trotting Sure got it on Those oogie boogie Honky tonky songs You wore your silver stockings We danced 'til dawn Hootchie cootchie Hard rocking all night long Now the dance of bright lights Make me blue I miss those neon nites With you We were two crazy people It was a neon nite A little glitter Multi-colored slides Nowadays the bright Lights make me blue Yes, they do And I miss those Neon nites with you I miss those neon nites With you de buoux ;) |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Dog Days + Red Tape [box] (2005)
Wow, isn't the music strange
It's over-arranged But so untogether Guess that's the way it flows You powder your nose And paste on your glitter Crazy These are crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man God, I hate to cuss, but damn The cities are crammed And we call it progress Life is a freaker's bag We're numbered and tagged And lost in the process Crazy These are crazy, crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man Crazy These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy times But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man Crazy But I just don't understand Crazy Crazy times make a crazy man |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Dog Days + Red Tape [box] (2005)
Paper fans in sweaty hands
Shooing flies away Reflections on a porch A shelter from the scorch When dog days came around Babies squalled as August crawled Past old folks in the shade The weather vane was stuck And white oak creek would drop When dog days came around The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night Evening brings a front porch scene But time to rest your bones And pray you won't be here Come this time next year When dog old days come along The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night The dog days were scorchers Southern torture But we found an answer to the plight It was a dog day's night Oh, yeah, more dog days oh, yeah |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Dog Days + Red Tape [box] (2005)
All night rain
It's an all night rain Can't you hear the thunder See the lightning cross the sky Don't you feel it in the wind A storm is settin' in We'd better stay inside It's an all night rain Let me hold you 'til the sun comes up It's an all night rain Made for all night love Some folks curse the weather But it don't bother us at all Like a dream comin' true I'm stranded here with you So let it fall, oh let it fall It's an all night rain Let me hold you 'til the sun comes up It's an all night rain Made for all night love, all night love Do do do, do do do Thunder and lightning Aw, Aw It's an all night rain Let me hold you 'til the sun comes up It's an all night rain Made for all night love (Repeat) |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Dog Days + Red Tape [box] (2005)
In the dawning of the social revolution
In an age when "do you your thing" was never done I met a woman like I'd never known A girl with a mind of her own She spoke freely She began to talk about a new horizon She said "come with me babe, we shall overcome" She said "excuse me while I kiss the sky You see, some folks were going to die I was born to run" She was a free spirit A gypsy with an angel's wings She was a free spirit The answer to a dreamer's dreams I still dream about the first time we were lovers And I can't forget how beautiful it was (yes it was) It wasn't guilty and it wasn't a shame It wasn't something that you've got to explain No, it was free love She was a free spirit A gypsy with an angel's wings She was a free spirit The answer to a dreamer's dreams A free spirit She was a woman way ahead of her time She had vision when the world was blind Liberty She was a free spirit A gypsy with an angel's wings She was a free spirit The answer to all my dreams |
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from Atlanta Rhythm Section - Dog Days + Red Tape [box] (2005)
You made a sane man
Go mad about you You said you loved Nobody but me But now I’ve found out You have another And I got to meet you At the dark end of the street It’s so hard Loving you It’s no hard What can I do? It’s so hard, clinging to Another man's woman Yaah hey hey I got to meet you In smoky places Way over town Where nobody goes So no one sees us We hide our faces I ain’t complaining But I want you to know It’s so hard Loving you It’s no hard What can I do? It’s so hard, clinging to Another man's woman Whoo Yaah hey hey Whoo Ah ha Ya ya ya Whoo It’s so hard Loving you It’s no hard What can I do? It’s so hard, clinging to Another man's woman Yaah hey hey Yaah hey hey hey hey hey Whoo hoo hoo hoo Ya ha ha Whoo hoo hoo |
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