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Hey you!
Rio Grande crawling with desperation
Hard drugs linin' the gunny sack
The air is thick with desperation
A new life waits for the wetback
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Now this is where Juan left his family
You can still smell the blood in his tracks
Yeah, and this is where we found the baby, oh
From here, there ain't no turnin' back
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Import, transport, exportation
Rights of nations, exploited salvation
Damnation under one God's fixation
Without deportations, predjudice with limitations
Yeah, Avenida Revolution
Nogales Tiajuana meets the County Juarez
We got flowers, crosses and no solution, oh
Stay close and do what Mommy says, what Mommy says, Mommy says
Well, crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Crossing the borderline, yeah
Yeah
Into the fire
Hey, hey, hey you
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Crossing the borderline
Hey you
Crossing the borderline
Into the fire
Hey you
Hey, hey, hey you
Bullets, tear gas, barbed wire fences
Thirsty dogs, sun, sandy trenches
Nightcrawling human insects breeding
Feet, arms, hands, backs still bleeding
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Got money, got fame
Fast cars and everything, yeah, whoo
I wanna dance, I gotta sing
Rock, soul, blues, sing anything to ya, hey
I got a woman, she fine too
Let me do anything that I wanna do, oh
Got it all, still want more
Come on, baby, show me what I'm lookin' for
yeah
yay-yeah
Don't forget to bring your rockin' shoes
Grab a toothbrush, soap and a comb
And you can pick up a little taste, get your favorite buzz on
And you can leave the rest at home, woah
Uh
Yeah
Hah
Yow
Hey
Get yer soap up
And get your buzz on
Oh, get it
On a bus, on a plane
In a car, subterranean freight train, uh
I'm in a room, I got funk talkin'
Hot damn, P-Funk, yeah
The movie's on and uh, I got sound
And lord have mercy, my baby's about to get down, ha
Comin' down on one knee
And lord have mercy, my baby's 'bout to kill me, woah
Woah, don't forget to bring your rockin' shoes
Grab a toothbrush, soap and a comb
And pick up a little taste, get your favorite buzz on
And you can leave the rest at home, woah yeah
Pick it up
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yow
Oh, get yo buzz on, oh yeah
Get yo buzz on, oh yeah
Get yo buzz on, oh yeah
Yeah, come on
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Yow
Watch it
Yow
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Uh huh
Well, she got back and up front
She's everything any country boy need, wooh
Inside is outside
Now what you see is what she got up her sleeve, yeah
I'm talkin' tan leather and wild honey
Heaven fields on a sunny day
All five senses, wooh, they're poppin' atcha
Now my little friend is comin' out to play
I just love, love, love that sexy little thing
I love, love, love, wooh, that sexy little thing
Yeah
I wanna roll all up in it
Get my sticky fingers all squeaky clean, wooh
It's stretched out and how it fit
I got my buttons poppin' off my chest
I just love, love, love, wooh that sexy little thing, wooh
I love, love, love, that sexy little thing
Sexy little thing
She can drive while I get wasted
A stoner's dream on a Friday night, yeah
Wooh, jump on it
Jump on it
Uh huh
Come on, baby
Oh yeah, c'mon
Well, well, well, well, well
Love, love, love that sexy little thing
I love, love, love, wooh, that sexy little thing
Love, love, love, wooh, uh huh
Love, love, love, I love that sexy little thing
Sexy little thing, yeah
Come on, come on
Jump on it
She got it, she got it
Uh huh, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Roll all up in it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) wooh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love
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If I were a healer, I'd use my hands
I'd put a spell on you if I were a magic man
If I were Jesus, Buddha or a king
If I were a bluesman, oh Lord, I could sing
About how I wanna be your hoochie coochie man
You got me eatin' out of your hand
(Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh yeah)
There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for you
Oh yeah
When I was a young man, I, I slept around
When I turned 30, time to settle down
To be your doctor, preacher, teacher, that's the truth, hey
I'm a-rainin' on my knees, my soul is waterproof
I just wanna be your hoochie coochie man
And get you eatin' out of my hand
(Oh yeah) Wooh
Now, come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh yeah)
Ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for you
Oh yeah
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Woah, yeah, uh
Oh baby
Ooh, yeah
Well, well, well
If I were a potter, I'd make you real
I'd mold and touch you on my spinning wheel
(Oh yeah)
Yeah, come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh yeah)
Tell me what I can do for you
Oh yeah
Said (Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you want
(Oh yeah)
Come on baby, tell me what you need
(Oh yeah)
I'd do anything fo you, oh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ha, ow, yeah
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Oh well, a standing question
One more time again, yeah
Looking for a mass solution
Counting on another man, well
Well, duck down, I'm taking cover
Everything's been getting rougher
Stand up or be degraded
Some things are simply overrated
(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of time
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of gas
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of love, baby
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out, yeah
Give me something to believe in
Outside your consensus poll
And make sure our children hear voices
Someday they have control
(Runnin' out) Now we're runnnin' out of money
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of dreams
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of sex, baby
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out
(Runnin' out) We're runnnin' out of future
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of plans
(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of soldiers
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out
Oh yeah, I'm runnin' on empty
I'm running out fast
And I just gotta, gotta, gotta have it
Oh yeah
Long after the mud has settled
You left us with a dirty man, hey
Trying to wash hisself clean
Trying to get blood off his hands
(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of cures
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of room, baby
(Runnin' out) I'm runninng out of content
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out
(Runnin' out) We're runnin' out of saints
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of heroes
(Runnin' out) Runnin' out of drugs
Runnin' out, runnin' out, runnin' out, oh yeah
You know that we need it, yeah
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Get it up
Down below the circle
Round and round down below
Bound by condition
Drowning in sorrow
Now get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh
Get it up
Building your own temple
Earth, wood and stone
Wrap your feet in velvet
Walking east back home
Now get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh
Get it up
We can change the world
We gotta change the way we think about it
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Get it up
Arriba, 'riba
Oh, oh, oh (arriba)
Get it up
Oh, arriba, 'riba (get it up)
Now get it up
Oh, oh, oh (arriba)
Arriba, 'riba, yeah
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, (oh) na
Na, na, na, na, na (Arriba, 'riba)
Na, na, na, na
Arriba, 'riba
Now get it up
Arriba (ah, haha)
Wooh
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Is that that new thing, Joe?
It better be, huh?
Talk to me, chief
It that it, Joe?
Well, that's cool though, haha
Alright
Sometime you gotta roll with it up
Some things are better left in a closet
Some things, just lay it on the table
Sometime gotta stop, gotta pause it
Yeah, yeah
Well, you can wake me up for breakfast
Force feed me with a silver spoon
Even do me when I'm dirty
We'll let it roll till way past noon, wooh
Oh yeah, come on
Yeah, but all that's changed
'Cause it's all down the drain, yeah
Oh, along came a wind like a-lightning
Strong enough to feel the heat
Felt like the ninth world wonder
With the wings flyin' under my feet
But all that's changed
My whole world's been changin'
And it's a low down, dirty shame
'Cause it's all down the drain
Oh, I need love first thing in the morning
I need love, baby, first thing in the evening
I need love, ow, first thing in the morning
I need love, love, love, yeah
Ho, oh, get it
All that's changed, wooh
My whole world's been changin'
It's a low down, dirty shame
'Cause it's all down the drain
Down the drain
Down the drain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wooh
Oh, baby I need love first thing in the morning
I need love last thing in the evening
But it's all down the drain
Yeah
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Well, the sun's up, it's 6:30
Fell asleep with the TV on again
Take five, check out the weather
It's monday morning for the single mom
And a, works hard till 5:30
And once a week she gettin' down and dirty
Backstage without a pass
This one's for you, it's tattooed on her ass
But she's nobody's fool, yeah
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh, but she's my kinda girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she just a-bit roughed out, turbo classy
All dressed up, she looks so s-s-s-sassy
Hey bartender, come down here
Watch her blow the head off a tall, blonde beer
But she's nobody's fool
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh, but she's my kinda girl
Yes she's my kind
My kind
My kinda girl
My kinda girl
In a modern world
Outspoken in the bedroom
Ain't afraid to tell you what she needs
And I'm happy, whoo, if she's happy
Lord, I'm always up for them dirty deeds
But she's nobody's fool
She's broken down, broken hearts, broken rules
Outta touch in a modern world
Oh, but she's my kinda girl
My kinda girl
She's my kinda girl
Yes, she's my kind
My kind
My kind
Girl, yeah
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Oh
Lost in a sea of memories
Learing to fly again
Morning comes early, oh
Trying to trust these wings
'Cause when I fall, I fall deep (ahh)
When I crawl, I'll come running to you babe
Running to you baby
Now I've gotta sort out these dreams
Feels like watching your life on a big screen
And morning comes early again, yeah
Only to find us two as one
When I fall, I fall deep (ahh)
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby
When I fall, I fall down deep
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby
Still falling in circles, oh yeah
I'm falling down on my knees
Once as a child in my mother's eyes
Oh Lord, I swear, felt this way, yeah
(Ahh)
When I fall, I fall deep, oh yeah (ahh)
When I crawl, I'll come running to you
Running to you baby
When I fall, Lord, I fall, I fall, I fall down
When I crawl, I'm running to you
Running to you baby, baby, baby
When I fall, I fall down deep
When I crawl, I'll come running
I'll come running, I'll come running back to you baby
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You've got vision
Don't wait for somebody else to do it
One thought in your mind
Don't wait for somebody to prove it
Forward straight line, yeah wooh
Light speed, you're racin' away
Now you keep turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left, turnin' left
You keep on turning left, turning left
Now you got me turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left, oh yeah, huh, wooh
Wheel's keep on turning, oh yeah
Fuel keeps on burning, oh
Flat foot, headlights
Top gear headin' down the highway
Full speed, straight line
Can you tell me where you're really goin'
Two lanes but one way, yeah wooh
Faster past the red line
Well, you keep turnin' left, turnin' left
Uh, turnin' left, turnin' left
You keep on turning left, turning left
Now you got me turnin' left, turnin' left
Turnin' left, oh yeah, huh
Yeah
Uh, uh, oh, wooh
Get it, come on
Turnin' left, turnin' left, uh
Turnin' left, turnin' left, uh, yeah
Turnin' left, turnin' left, uh
You got me turnin' left, turnin' left, woah
Yeah, watch it
Get it, huh, wow
We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles
We go 'round in circles, ow uh
Yeah, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, get it, huh
Woah, yeah, oh
Woah
Round and round and round and round
Hey
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I said, oh, watchin' them fall
Never heard it all
One by one, thought I'd find the sun
Melitng down
Soon I'd hit the gournd
Up so fast
The future in the past
Oh, oh
The future's in the past, wooh
Oh yeah, hey, uh
Well, I was thinkin' it's the real thing, wooh
Broken like a Mustang
We got everybody talkin'
Yeah, they talkin'
About, "I got mine." hey
I got a funky, funky feeling
Somethwere in the past
Still everyday believin'
Oh, I'm believin'
Saving the best for last, huh, yeah, oh
Saving the best for last, wooh
Saving the best for last
Ya- ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya- ya-ya-ya-ya
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, come on, come on
Future's in the past
I'm gonna listen to the future
Listen to the past
Life ain't 'bout no hurry
I'm gonna save the best for last, come on, come on
The future is the past
I'm gonna listen to the children
Listen to my friends
Let science be my church
The song that never ends, come on
Yeah, come on
The future is the past
We don't have to worry
'Bout anything that's done
We each are made of wax
Get melted by the sun, come on, come on
The future is the past
I'm gonna clinmb on the moutaintop
Stand naked with a tree
Listen to the voice
Inside you and me, come on, come on, come on
The future's in the past
The future is so past, yeah
Come on
Future is the past, come on
Come on, come on
The future is the past, come on
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Rollin' down to Pontchartrain
Honeysuckle running though her veins
Up and down on the great Big Easy
Hold on till the levee breaks
Woah, woah, woah, woah (oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (wooh)
Baptize you up in the muddy water
Bring you down, down, down to New Orleans, wooh
Wash the sweet salt sweat from your mortal body
Woah, baby oh baby now we gon' live forever
Gon' live forever, live forever
Way down in New Orleans
Woah, yeah, woah
Down in New Orleans, oh baby
Walkin' now down Magazine
Dakota jumped out Bourbon Street
When the sun ges down, wake me up
When the sun comes up, I'm goin' down, wooh
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (wooh)
Baptize you up in the muddy water
Resurrect you down, down, down to New Orleans
Wash the sweet salt sweat from your mortal body
Woah, baby oh baby now, we gon' live forever
We gon' live forever, we gon' live forever
Way down in New Orleans
Woah, yeah, woah
Down in New Orleans, wooh
Yeah, yeah, ooh
We gon' live forever down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans, hey
Down in New Orleans, yeah
Oh yeah
Ooh baby, now
We gon' live forever
Way down in New Orleans
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