Tombstone Blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers theyre trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul reveres horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans Ive just been made
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, its not poison
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well john the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the commander-in-chief
Saying tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying death to all those who would whimper and cry
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying the suns not yellow, its chicken
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their gravs
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes galileos math book to get thrown
At delilah whos sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give brother bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and cecil b. demille
He could die happily ever after
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Tombstone Blues
Tombstone blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers theyre trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul reveres horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun who violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, Ive just been made
Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, its not poison
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Well, john the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up to his hero the commander-in-chief
Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, death to all those who would whimper and cry
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, the sun is not yellow it is chicken
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Tombstone Blues (feat. Eric Clapton, Keith Richards, Chrissie Hynde, Stevie Nicks, And The Dixie Chi
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
[Chorus]
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
Chorus
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Chorus
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
Chorus
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Chorus
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Chorus
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Mamas Little Girl
(dennis lambert / brian potter)
I took the ribbon from my hair
And Im letting it all hang down
So, if youre lookin for the same old me
Gotta tell you that shes left town
Dont try to call my number, baby
Youre gonna get no reply
cause suddenly Im changin
Im finally rearrangin
In this day of liberation
Im lookin to find my share
Whats the use of being patient?
You aint goin nowhere
I got my own two-step together
And I want the first slow dance with you
I just saw venus risin
Guess Im realisin
I aint mamas little girl no more
And baby, youre the first to know
I aint mamas little girl no more
I took a little time to grow
Its gonna be worth waiting
The anticipating
Im not mamas little baby no more
Well, Ive been everyones best friend
Someone they could tell their troubles to
How come they never noticed me
And the pain that I was going through?
Ive seen the lonely side of living
I never want to go back there again
The sad old me is dyin
Tonight there is no denyin
I aint mamas little girl no more
And baby, youre the first to know
I aint mamas little girl no more
I took a little time to grow
Its gonna be worth waiting
The anticipating
Im not mamas little baby no more
I aint mamas little girl no more
And baby, youre the first, the first to know
I aint mamas little girl no more
I took a little time, a time to grow
Its gonna be worth the waiting
The anticipating
Im not mamas little baby no more, no more
I aint mamas little girl no more
And baby, youre the first, the first to know
I said I aint mamas little girl no, no more
I took a little time, a time to grow
Its gonna be worth the waiting
The anticipating
Im not mamas little baby no more, no more
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I Aint Got Nothin But The Blues
Aint got the change of a nickel
Aint got no bounce in my shoes
Aint go no fancy to tickle
I aint got nothing but the blues
Aint got no coffee thats perking
Aint got no winnings to lose
Aint got a dream that is working
I aint got nothing but the blues
When trumpets flare up
I keep my hair up
I just cant make it come down
Believe me peppie,
I cant get happy
Since my ever loving baby left town
Aint got no rest in my slumbers
Aint got no feelings to bruise
Aint got no telephone numbers
I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Summertime
Summertime....and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin...and the cotton is high
Yo daddys rich...and yo mamas good-lookin
So hush little baby......dont you cry
One of these mornins..you gonna rise up singin
You gonna spread your little wings...and youll take to the sky
But till that mornin...there aint nothin gonna harm you
With yo mama and daddy...standin bye
(instrumental break)
Now its summertime....and the livin is easy
Them fish are jumpin...and the cottons bout waist high
Yo daddys rich...and, ya know yo mamas good-lookin
Now hush little baby......dont....you cry
Summertime....
Ah said its summertime
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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All American Country Boy
(keith stegall/charlie craig)
I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
And I try to walk proud and tall
I keep my nose to the ground, I dont get behind
And I dont back up at all
Well my necks a little red, my collars blue
I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze
cause Im an all american country boy
Im my daddys spittin image and my mamas pride and joy
There aint nothing down home that I really dont enjoy
cause Im an all american country boy
I drive a pickup truck and I dont pass the buck
And I always speak my mind
Im hooked on t.v., rolaids, and b.c.s
And I know how to have a good time
Im a little bit rowdy and a little bit tame
Aint no way Im ever gonna change
cause Im an all american country boy
Im my daddys spittin image and my mamas pride and joy
There aint nothing down home that I really dont enjoy
cause Im an all american country boy
Well I must admit that Ive mellowed a bit
Father time can slow you down
Im still doin all I used to do
It just takes a little longer now
cause Im an all american country boy
Im my daddys spittin image and my mamas pride and joy
There aint nothing down home that I really dont enjoy
cause Im an all american country boy
Im just a country boy
A good ol country boy
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Love Of The Common People
Living on free food tickets
Theres water in the milk from the hole in the roof
Where the rain came in
But what can you do
Well you got tears from your little sister
Crying cause she doesnt have a dress without a patch
For the party to go
Oh but you know that shes gonna get by
Living in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddys gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mamas gonna love you just as much as she can
As she can
Oh yeah
And its a good thing you dont have bus fare
It would fall through the whole in your pocket
And youd lose it in the snow on the ground
You better walk to town and find a job
Oh and you try to keep your hands warm
The hole in your shoe lets the snow come through
And it chills you to the bone
Youd better go home where its warm
You can live in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddys gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mamas gonna love you just as much as she can
As she can
Oh yeah
Living on a dream aint easy no
But the closer the knit the tighter the fit
And the chills stay away
We like to keep them in stride for family pride
Faith is your foundation
Got a whole lot of love and a long conversation
But dont forget to pray oh no
Its keeping us strong where we belong
Living in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddys gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mamas gonna love you just as much as she can
Living in the love of the common people
(you know that faith is your foundation)
Smiles from the heart of the family man
(whole lot of love and a long conversation)
Daddys gonna buy you a dream to cling to
(dont forget to pray its keeping us strong)
Mamas gonna love you just as much as she can
(where we belong)
Living in the love of the common people
(oh living on a dream aint easy)
Smiles from the heart of the family man
(but the closer the knit the tighter the fit)
Daddys gonna buy you a dream to cling to
(we like to keep them in stride)
Mamas gonna love you just as much as she can
(for family pride)
As she can
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Deep Elem Blues
If you go down to deep elem put your money in your shoes
The women in deep elem they give you the deep elem blues
Oh, sweet mama, your daddys got them deep elem blues
Once I had a girlfriend, she meant the world to me
She went down to deep elem, now she aint what she used to be
Once I knew a preacher, preached the Bible thru and thru
He went down to deep elem, now his preaching days are thru
When you go down to deep elem to have a little fun,
Have your ten dollars ready when the police man comes
When you go down to deep elem put your money in your pants
Cause the women in deep elem they dont give a man a chance
Oh, sweet mama, your daddys got them deep elem blues.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Heres Lookin At You Kid
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
The kid in the valleys got an attitude
Lean and mean, with nothin to lose
He aint uptight, he dont care no more
The girls start screamin as he hits the floor
The time is now, while the night is young
Youre on the road, wanting to run
You got to stop boy, it aint just talk, no way
So turn up the heat, and let it rock
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
Look at me, I got my dancin shoes
Theres lots of women, which one do I choose
Ill place a wager, with a ten dollar bill
If the blond dont get me, then the brunette will
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid, alright
Better not tell me that Im unkind
But I dont wanna hear whats on your mind, no way
I dont need trouble, that was yesterday
I came to party, I came to play, yeah
So heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
Heres lookin at you (heres lookin at you), heres lookin at you kid
Heres lookin at you, heres lookin at you kid
song performed by by April Wine
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Come on in My Kitchen
You better come on into my kitchen,
Cause its sure to be raining outdoors.
When a womans in trouble,
Everybody puts her down
She look for her good man,
Lord he cant be found.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause its going to be raining outdoors.
Theres a cold wind blowin,
Leaves tremblin on the trees,
Dont you know that that good girl
Ya shes leaving me.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause its going to be raining outdoors.
The woman Ive been lovin
Left with my best friend,
That joker got lucky,
Stole her back again.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause its going to be raining outdoors.
Well that good girls leaving,
She aint coming back,
Took her last nickel from her notion sack
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause its going to be raining outdoors.
Mamas dead and gone,
Fathers no wheres to be,
I aint got nobody
To love and care for me.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause its going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, its going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, its going to be raining outdoors.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Robert Johnson (1978)
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Shortenin Bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Put on the skillet
Slip on the lid
Mammys gonna make us some shortenin bread
And that aint all
Our mammys gonna do
Shes gonna cook us some coffee, too
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
I slipped in the kitchen
Raised up the lid
I stole me a mess o that shortenin bread
I walked up to a pretty girl and I said
Baby howd you like some shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
They caught me with the skillet
They caught me with the lid
They caught me with the girl eatin shortenin bread
Six months for the skillet
Six months for the lid
Now Im doin time for eatin shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Shortenin
Shortenin bread
Shortenin
Shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
Mamas little baby loves shortenin shortenin
Mamas little baby loves shortenin bread
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Desert Blues
Cant get no this,
And I cant get no that,
Cant get no you know,
I dont even know where its at.
Aint got the smoke and uh, aint no booze,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do.
Um, a george carlin said I had to go,
Just what he wanted I did not know,
Im over here dug in so far from home,
Lookin all around try and see whats going on.
I got the sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do, how how how.
Joined up in the army
Where it was hard to find,
End up over here, got my ass on the line,
But Ill be right here until my work is done,
If I get back home I hope I never see no more guns.
Here across the ocean,
I left some of my good friends behind,
I hope somebodys thinking about me,
Especially that sweet little woman of mine.
Cant get no this,
And I cant get no that,
Cant get no you know,
I dont even know where its at.
Sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues,
Yes I do.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes (1991)
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Mamas Got A Lover
Mamas got a lover
A painter I am told
Shes getting out of real estate
For the art scene down in old soho
Art scene down in old soho
Mamas got a lover
He owns a gallery
She says he likes collages but
The moneys in graffiti
Moneys in graffiti
Mamas got a lover
I met him yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Maybe Ill send him a card on fathers day
Fathers day
Mamas got a lover
Theyre backing a film
Its about a working mother
Who gives birth to black and white siamese twins
Black and white siamese twins
Mamas got a lover
Hes got something to say
He says hes into dirt and rot
The essence of urban decay
Urban decay
Mamas got a lover
We met yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Ill send him a card on fathers day
On fathers day
Mamas got a lover
I met him yesterday
Shes starting a new chapter
I wish she was on the last page
The last page
Mamas got a lover
We met yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Ill send him a card on fathers day
Fathers day
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover), oh
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
My mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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High Heels
Now, new york city on a friday night
A lot of things happenin, a lot of bright lights.
Saw a pretty woman all dressed in red
She turned to me and this is what she said
She said, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
Well, she took me to the corner that she called her home
Turned around and we were all alone.
Come on in, she said with a smile
Come on in and we can rest a while.
Well, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
I said, listen here, honey, I been around
You aint foolin me, cause I know what youve found.
She bent kinda low and then she tickled my lips.
She said, listen here, son. Im gonna give you a tip
Honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Hospital Food
Coming down through the alley
Trying to walk without a sound
It doesnt really matter
cause there aint no one around
Tip toe through the alley and
Tip toe through your life
You still got it coming
Be it gun be it knife
Next thing you know
Youre eating hospital food
Karaoke castration
Take the wasp alive
Hes gonna sting you anyway
And take you to the hive
Yesterday was suckin and
Tomorrows looking bad
Who knew that today
Was the only thing I had
Hospital food
Want some hospital food
Hospital food
Delicious hospital food
In your tribute album to the world
You must never forget
To sing the one about the cat
Whos always getting wet
He always got a problem
Hes a very bitter dude
And now hes complaining
About his hospital food
Hospital food
Its gonna help the medicine go down
Want some hospital food
Gonna take a walk without a sound
A little hospital food
Helps the spoonful of sugar come up
I want some hospital food
In your blender and in my cup
song performed by by Eels
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Angeline
(holly lamar/stephanie bentley)
Angelene, shes such a pretty thing
All dolled up in her hip-huggin jeans
Mamas heels and her ruby red rouge
Sneakin out while her daddys passed out
Hangin out with the wrong crowd
Shes got all the right moves
And shes givin away little pieces of her innocence
She dont know what she;s lookin for
She just knows somethings missin
Oh, angelene, cant you see
What you need aint what youre gettin
Oh, angelene, youre bein used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene
Angelene is sure that hes the cure
Hes got a kind of reckless allure
Like a fast ride on the wild side
So she turns her cheek when hes havin a mean streak
And if you ask her real sweet
She wont look you in the eye
And shes callin it love, ah, but there is no resemblence
Its a drive down a dead end street on the path of most resistance
Oh, angelene, cant you see
What you need aint what youre gettin
Oh, angelene, youre bein used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene
Yeah, shes givin away little pieces of her innocence
She dont know what shes lookin for
She just knows somethings missin
Oh, angelene, cant you see
What you need aint what youre gettin
Oh, angelene, youre bein used
Save some of that love for you,
Angelene
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Blackbird
Herbert sacker, nina simone
Why you wanna fly blackbird you aint ever gonna fly
No place bif enough for holding all the tears youre gonna cry
Cos your mamas name was lonely and your daddys name was pain
And they call you little sorrow cos youll never love again
So why you wanna fly blackbird you aint ever gonna fly
You anit got no one to hold you you aint got no one to care
If youd only understand dear nobody wants you anywhere
So why you wanna fly blackbird you aint ever gonna fly
song performed by by Nina Simone
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City Boy Blues
Fireflies in dogfights
Runnin hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe--so head out
My hearts in the country
My feets in the city with you
All my friends are eatin sushi
Talkin bad about you know who-who-who
My tongues talkin riddles
But I just cant seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
And jump into the saddle with you-you-you
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Cats in the alley
Rats in my snakeskin boots
All my neighbors think Im crazy
And my girl thinks Im losin my cool-cool-cool
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Dont look to jesus to change your seasons
Its the american dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Cant seem to find no peace--so head out
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just cant seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues, I got the blues
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Key West Intermezzo
In a hand painted night, me and gypsy scotty are partners
At the hotel flamingo, wearing black market shoes
This loud cuban band is crucifying john lennon
No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sin the blues
Shes perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
Christ, what shes doing with him, she could be
Dancing with me
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant fingers
I want to be what shes drinking, yeah, I just want to be
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br> but I saw you first
On a moon spattered road in her parrot rebozo
Gypsy scottys driving his big long yellow car
She flies like a bird over his shoulder
She whispers in his ear, boy, you are my star
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br>
In the bone colored dawn, me and gypsy scotty are singin? br> the radio is playin? she left her shoes out in the back
He tells me a story about a girl he knows in kentucky
He just made that story up, there aint no girl like that
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br> but I saw you first
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Aint Got The Blues
Well, Im a little light-headed
But my body feels the same
And it feels like fallin on down
And find another name
But the sand in my shoes
May trickle to my brain
Well, I aint got the blues
But something more tame
Oh yeah, something more tame
Oh yeah, something more tame.
Well the sound of the drums
Is pounding in my head
Like ten thousand dancers
With bodies full of lead
And I feel like a bull
With an eye-full of red
Well, I aint got the blues
But something better bred
Oh yeah, something better bred
Oh yeah, something better bred.
If tomorrow sees another
Kind of farm I know
Well, the people and the soldiers
And the gypsies groan
It would be like a wonder
And I cannot let it go
Well, I aint got the blues
But something more slow
Oh yeah, something more slow
Oh yeah, something more slow.
But the people in the cities
And the other ones too
Aint got too many wonders
That theyre not tied to
And I cant help but feeling
As Im wearing straight through
Well, I aint got the blues
But something more true
Oh yeah, something more true
Oh yeah, something more true.
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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