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Roadhouse blues
Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel X2 Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We're gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll X3 Let it roll, all night long Do it, Robbie, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, Ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near Let it roll, baby, roll X3 Let it roll, all night long Waiting for the sun At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea. Standing there on Freedom's Shore. Waiting for the Sun (3x) Can you feel it now that spring has come. And it's time to live in the scattered sun. Waiting for the Sun (3x, pause, again slower) Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... (2x) Waiting for you to - come along Waiting for you to - hear my song Waiting for you to - come along Waiting for you to - tell me what went wrong This is the strangest life I've ever known. YEAH! (Riff 8x) (Repeat second verse, Chorus 3x, then riff 2x, end). You make me real I really want you, Really do Really need you, baby, God knows I do 'Cause I'm not real enough without you Oh, what can I do. You make me real, You make me feel Like lovers feel. You make me throw away mistaken misery Make me feel love Make me free. I really want you Really do Really need you, baby Really do 'Cause I'm not real enough without you What can I do. You make me real Only you, baby Have that appeal. So let me slide into your tender sunken sea Make me feel love Make me free. You make me real, all right You make me feel Like lovers feel. You make me throw away mistaken misery You make me feel love You make me free. Make me free You make me real. Peace frog There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles She came There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago She came Blood on the rise, it's following me Think about the break of day She came and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair She came Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city She came The women are crying red rivers of weepin' She came into town and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A. Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago Blood on the rise, it's following me Blue sunday I found my own true love was on a Blue Sunday. She looked at me and told me I was the only, One in the world. Now I have found my girl. My girl awaits for me in tender times My girl is mine, She is the world She is my girl. La, la, la, la My girl awaits for me in tender times My girl is mine, She is the world She is my girl. Ship of fools The human race was dying out No one left to scream and shout. People walking on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon. Everyone was hanging out Hanging up and hanging down Hanging in and holding fast Hope our little world will last. Along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new ship. Come on people better climb on board Come on babe we're going home. Ship of fools, Ship of fools. The human race was dying out No one left to scream and shout. People walking on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon. Ship of fools, ship of fools X3 Climb on board Ship's gonna leave you all, far behind. Land Ho! Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea. Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee. He said "Son I'm going crazy from living on the land Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand." This old man was graceful with silver in his smile. He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free. I've got three ships and sixty men A course for ports unread. I'll stand at mast, let North winds blow Till half of us are dead. Land Ho! If I get my hands on a dollar bill Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill. If I get my hands on a number five Gonna skin that little girl alive. If I get my hands on a number two Come back home and marry you Marry you, marry you. Land Ho!, Land Ho! If I get back home and I feel all right You don't baby gonna love you tonight Land Ho! The spy I'm a spy in the house of love. I know the dream that you're dreaming of. I know the word that you long to hear. I know your deepest secret fear. I'm a spy in the house of love. I know the dream that you're dreaming of. I know the word that you long to hear. I know your deepest secret fear. I know everything. Everything you do, everywhere you go, everyone you know. I'm a spy, in the house of love. I know the dream that you're dreaming of. I know the word that you long to hear. I know your deepest secret fear. I know your deepest secret fear. I know your deepest secret fear. I'm a spy, I can see, what you do, and I know. Queen of the highway She was a princess, queen of the Highway. Sign on the road said "Take us to Madre." No one can save her save the Blind Tiger. He was a monster, black dressed in leather. She was a princess, Queen of the Highway. Now they are wedded, she is a good girl. Naked as children out in a meadow. Naked as children, wild as can be. Soon to have offspring Start it all over, start it all over. American boy, American girl The most beautiful people in the world. Son of a frontier, indian swirl Dance into the midnight whirlpool Formless. Hope we can continue a little while longer. Indian summer I love you the best Better than all the rest. I love you the best Better than all the rest. That I meet in the summer. Indian Summer. That I meet in the summer. Indian Summer. I love you the best Better than all the rest. Maggie M'Gill Miss Maggie M'Gill, she lived on a hill. Her daddy got drunk and left her no will So she went down, down to Tangie Town. People down there really like to get it on. Now if you're sad and you're feeling blue Go out and buy a new pair of shoes And you go down, down to Tangie Town The people down there really like to get it on. Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star Mom met dad in the back of a rock and roll car. Well I'm an old blues man And I think that you understand I've been singing the blues ever since the world began. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill |
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