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Cry a Little (Live)
04:16
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When I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
When I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
Then I fell in love with you babe
Now I'm crawling 'round like a dog.
You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
I was a tossing and turning,
You were tossing your hips around.
I was a tossing and turning,
You were turning tricks in the town.
You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
I fumbled for the light switch,
You were fumbling for your clothes.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
You found me like a treasure
But you lost me like a riddle
You held me like a guitar
But you played me like a fiddle
You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.
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Mama's playing backseat bingo
Gonna get paid
Panic on the three way freeway
On all four lanes
She can lay low
She can lay
She can lay low
She can lay
Papa's in the nosebleed bleachers
Down in Tampa bay
Flying high in the big guava
Waiting on a horse to place
He can lay low
He can lay
He can lay low
He can lay
See they were lightning in a bottle
Like a cat nipped on vitamin k
He could smell her intuition
And it told her just to stay away.
They can lay low
They can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
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3. |
Do Whatcha (Live)
05:15
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Ice alley
Will set your wheels on fire
If you don't agitate the gravel
It never fails
You wind up in jail
You gotta do...
It never fails
You wind up in jail
You gotta do whatcha do whatcha
You gotta do whatcha say
Heat Stroke Maggie
Will have you made in the shade
She'll put her nightshift on you
It never fails
You wind up in jail
You gotta do...
It never fails
You wind up in jail
You gotta do whatcha do whatcha
You gotta do whatcha say
Chrome plated Polly
Has got a chassis of steel
She'll got you lighting up the tilt sign
And running out on the deal
You gotta do whatcha do whatcha
You gotta do whatcha say
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4. |
Pretty Please (Live)
03:36
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Well, she smoke just like chimney and she’s built of solid bricks
She's a tall bolt of lightning so you better strike quick
She’s a big Alberta momma, got rocky mountain peaks
Come on Pretty Baby let me kiss your feet.
Come on pretty baby well
I don’t care what you got
I don’t know why I should
And it don’t matter darlin
Ya gotta get it while the getting’s good
Baby I’ve got the jones
And I’m down on my knees
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
She’s got 35 candles and just one wish
Wontcha Blow ‘em out baby, start over again
You don't do no locomotion, don't need no steady job
Every breath you take is like the shuffling cards
Come on pretty baby well
I don’t care what you got
I don’t know why I should
And it don’t matter darlin
Ya gotta get it while the getting’s good
Baby I’ve got the jones
And I’m down on my knees
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Chump change payday gonna take it to the streets
Coins clatter, ring and rattle, I'm a walking tambourine
The band is on fire, and the tunes are even hotter
Come on pretty baby burn a hole in my pocket
Yeah, come on pretty baby
I don’t care what you got
I don’t know why I should
And it don’t matter darlin
Ya gotta get it while the getting’s good
Baby I’ve got the jones
And I’m down on my knees
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please
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I got a bottle of pills
I got nicotine
I got television, I got bad dreams
I got alimony
I got 2 stiff drinks
I got an empty cupboard, A criminal record
I got all these things
I try to roll with the punches
But the punches keep rolling with me.
I got an old guitar
But I got no strings
I got a microphone
But no song to sing
I got vocabulary
But nothing to say
I got an open road
& nowhere to go
but nowhere to stay
I try to roll with the punches
But the punches keep rolling with me.
I got a checkered past
I got checkered teeth
I got a bleeding hip
From sleeping in the street
I try to roll with the punches
But the punches keep rolling with me.
the punches keep rolling with me.
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6. |
Hard on Things (Live)
05:02
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I’m hard on my body
I’m hard on my bones
I’m hard on every tool I own
hard of hearing I’m hard of taste
gettin’ all my teeth replaced
I’m hard on every tool I use
I strip the drivers and the screws
I’m hard on my soles
hard on my heels
hard on tires I’m hard on wheels
hard on clutches hard on brakes
I’m hardest on my own mistakes
my suspension needs new springs
‘cause I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on boots hard on gloves
I’m hard on all the ones I love
I’m hard on hearts I’m hard on flings
I’m hardest on the sweetest things
I’ve worn out two gold wedding rings
‘cause I’m hard on things
I may be right and I might be wrong
it’s hard to put that in a song
it’s hard to make this Gibson sing
whenever I try I break the strings
‘cause I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on everything
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on my friends ‘cause it’s hard to care
for someone you love who’s hardly there
I’m hard on my wallet I’m hard for cash
I go hard until I crash
I’m hard on my liver and it’s hard on my head
it’s hard to sleep when I lie in bed
with the nightmares the morning brings
I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
it ain’t easy when you’re hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
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Well I had me a woman
She was nineteen years’ old
Well she damned my socks
But she damned my soul
Love me ‘fore ya leave me
Love me ‘fore ya leave me, child
You’re gonna be ready this time
Love me ‘fore ya leave me child
Lookin’ so pretty so I wrote out a note
She played tic tac toes
With all those x’s and o’s
Oh love me ‘fore ya leave me
Love me ‘fore ya leave me child
You’re gonna be ready this time
Yes, indeed, love me ‘fore ya leave me child
I asked her what she thought about
My new CD
Well, I noticed the coaster where she put my cup of tea
Love me ‘fore ya leave me
Love me ‘fore ya leave me, child
You’re gonna be ready this time
Love me ‘fore ya leave me child
I found me a woman
That would shame them all
I said, you can be the main course baby
She can be the course, oh
Love me ‘fore ya leave me
Love me ‘fore ya leave me, child
You’re gonna be ready this time
Yes indeed, love me ‘fore you leave me child
I said for the last time
Love me ‘fore ya leave me, child
You’re gonna be ready this time, oh
Love me ‘fore ya leave me, child
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8. |
Sarah (Live)
03:33
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Sarah my sexy Sarah, you’re my mascara I put on everyday
you make me happy so very happy
just like a hippy listening to the grateful dead
now on a fine day it could be Sunday or Monday
bet I’ll find one way to get inside your pants
then I’ll arrange to dance like strangers
in a cafe somewhere deep inside of France
Sarah my sexy Sarah, you’re my mascara I put on everyday
you make me happy so very happy
just like a hippy listening to the grateful dead
now on a fine day it could be Sunday or Monday
bet I’ll find one way to get inside your pants
then I’ll arrange to dance like strangers
in a cafe somewhere deep inside of France
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9. |
Father's Son (Live)
04:03
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I am my father’s son
Get up everyday head out on the run
Don’t know where I’m bound, but I know where I’m from
I am my father’s son
I am the bottle done
I drink every drop ‘til I’m where I’ve begun
Don’t the bottom seem lower with each passing one
I am the bottle done
I am my father’s son
I am what I’ve become
A servant of all, and master of none
Have mercy on me for all that I’ve done
I am what I’ve become
I swore on my grave that I’d be someone
But I’m just my father’s son
I am my father’s son
I am my father’s son
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If I feel, like I do,
I'm gonna track down a two lane black top
In a mercury away from you.
I’m gonna let you down,
I’m gonna let you down,
Because it all went south
When she came around.
Feel,
You've got to sweat this pain it's
Real.
She’s cut us both loose on this
Deal.
She’s cut us both loose on this
Your girl from Queens,
Her talk ain't cheap.
She gonna rat on the neighbour
Who ratted bout the favour
I done served so sweet.
She's gonna let you down,
She's gonna let you down,
Because it all went south
When she came around.
Feel,
You've got to sweat this pain it's
Real.
You've cut yourself loose on this
Deal.
You've cut yourself loose on this..
If I could dream,
Of love supreme,
Then some time again
In a great open plain, honey,
Is where we’ll meet.
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11. |
Get Out (Live)
07:23
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Get out my house, my house, my house mama
Get out my house mama
You’ve got the nerve to stick around
Get out my house mama
Get out my house, my house, my house mama
Get out my house mama
You’ve got the nerve to stick around
Get out my house mamaaaaaa….
Get out my mind, my mind, my mind mama
Get out my my mind mama
You’ve got the nerve to be so unkind
Get out my mind Mama
Get out my mind, my mind, my mind mama
Get out my my mind mama
You’ve got the nerve to be so unkind
Get out my mind Mamaaaaa….
Get off my street, my street, my street mama
Get off my street mama
You’ve got my money and you’ve got me beat
Get off my street Mama
Get out my life, my life, my life mama
Get out my life Mama
You got your way with marked spite
Get out my life Mamaaaa…..
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12. |
Treat Me Kind (Live)
02:22
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The wind blows through my open window
Wish it’d quit its moaning and crying
Reminds of the state you'd leave me in
Almost every night
Got Betty Everett on the stereo
And other voices from the past trying to let me know
You're no good for me why do I even try
Why can't you ever treat me kind
Like I want you to
Like you used to do
When I was no one's man
When you're done lying to me
Come crying to me
Make it all worth my while
Maybe Someday somewhere further down the line
You'll treat me kind
You'll treat me kind
You'll treat me kind
Baby be kind
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