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Hootie & The Blowfish
Hootie & The Blowfish


Background information
Origin Columbia, South Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Pop Rock
Alternative Rock
Post-Grunge
Years active 1986—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Vanguard Records
Website Website
Members
Darius Rucker
Dean Felber
Jim Sonefeld
Mark Bryan



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Hootie & The Blowfish Album


Scattered, Smothered And Covered (2000)
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(Radney Foster)

There's a curve in the highway just south of town 
Where a man has pulled over to figure life out 
With only his conscience and the lonesome sound 
Of diesels windin' up the grade 

He's got a wife and two kids, they love him so 
And a woman down in Georgia, she startin' to show 
He's damned if he leaves and he' sure damned if he don't 
And he wonders how life got this way 

('Cause its) A fine line in between right and wrong 
(Yeah) He's been crossing over that border way too long 
He shoulda seen it comin' at him right from the start 
Now there ain't no escape from a broken heart 

Now the call of the highway is a powerful thing 
Like the pull of a lover or a child in a swing 
He gave his heart to two women, only one wears his ring 
They're both gonna have his babies now 

So how do you confess what words won't explain 
He never intended to cause this much pain 
Now he feels like a farmer who went prayin' for rain 
And got that he bargained from the clouds 

(And its) (REPEAT CHORUS) 

He'll turn his care around tonight 
Go home and try to face the truth 
Everyone involed's getting" hurt 
And there aint nothin' he can do 

He shoulda seen it comin' at him right from the start 
Now there ain't no escape, now there ain't no escape 
From 

(REPEAT CHORUS) 

Now there ain't no escape from a broken heart 
Yeah they're all gonna wind up with a broken heart 

. . .


(54-40)

Every time I look at you, I go blind. 
Every time I look at you, I go blind. 
In the mornin' I get up, and I try to 
Feel alive, but I can't. 
Every time I look at you, I go blind. 
I don't know what it is. 
Something in me just won't give me a chance. 
I think it's that I feel more confused 
By the deal love has shown me. 
Little child, did you know that there's a light, 
And it's gonna shine right through your eyes. 
What do you think that life is like? 
Every time I look at you, I go blind. 
I go blind 
Well some where over there there's a purpose, 
There's a care for free 
In me there's no body, no one plan, 
No one stand to be free. 
I think it's that because I have seen all the fuss 
And it's no big deal. No big deal. 
Hold me, hold me 'cause I want to get higher and higher, 

. . .


(The Reivers)

Walking on the water in a van 
Tryin to think of everything I can 
But it's getting very late, 
And these tapes don't sound too good 
And my body just don't feel 
The way I wish it would. 

I was driving when I heard you call my name. 
It was not like before not quite the same 
It's too late to be much good and I might as well confess 
That I have not got the nerve to borrow cigarettes. 

When I'm almost with you music tries to play, 
When I'm almost home I almost hear you say, 
It would be all right if we could run away. 

Deciding things for all my life 
No one ever tells you when or why 
But my heart can't seem to tell me 
What would satisfy my mind 

. . .


(Don Dixon)

Are you alone, Renaissance Eyes 
I won't tell my family stolen from, Renaissance Eyes 
Is theat your car, Renaissance Eyes, yeah 
Have you ever taken dancing lessons, Renaissance Eyes 

Chorus: 
Drench you in a passion 
And dress you with a passion 
Though the vision haunts you 
I'm the one who wants you to love me with those eyes 
Love me with those eyes¡­ 

Oh, is that you car, Renaissance Eyes 
I once had a car but it was stolen, Renaissance Eyes 
Tell me you name, Renaissance Eyes 
Do you ever think about the future, Renaissance Eyes 

CHORUS 

Oh spend my days with her copies I've collected 
All my nights, all my nights with a sliver screen 
Nothing wrong with the way that I respect her 
She's more than an, more than an ordinary queen 

CHORUS 

When the days are short 
And the nights are long 
And I wait for you to love me with those eyes 
Love me with those eyes, eyes, eyes 
Love me with those eyes, eyes 

. . .


(Foster and Lloyd)

There's a chill in your kissin' 
And a thrill I've been missin' too long 
This love is deceivin', babe, I'm believin' 
This thing's going' wrong 
'Cause your eyes betray your heart and soul 
and your love for me is growin' old 
And I think maybe I'd better pack my bags and 

CHORUS: 
Roll like the wind, better roll 'till the highway ends 
Gonna roll on outta her 
Before the heartache rolls in 

There's a lonesome sound that keeps rollin' 
'Round inside of me 
Those wheel on the highway are whinin' on by 
Baby I gotta leave 
If I don't get out now while my minds in control 
Then I'll never be able to ever let go 
And I think maybe I better head outta here and 


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(The Reivers)

It is worth the admission 
"Oh my love" fogs up the glass 
I look on, in a window 
"Oh my love" fogs up the glass. 

On rainy days I wonder what's behind the veil 
And I feel your breath upon my mouth, 

And I press my heart into your hand, 
It's my gift from Araby. 

We can move and be trusted, 
But what is it that you want? 
It is not what they think, 
Yeah what is it that you want? 

They look down on me and they smile forever, 
But I know that love will kill that pride 

And I press my heart into your hand 
It's my gift from Araby. 

Listen to what you're saying, 
You know nothing of my love, 
And if it all comes down to what you say 
You know nothing of my love. 

And looking up into the dark I find it there, 
And I feel my breath upon my mouth, 

And I press my heart into your hand 

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(The Silos)

The stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember 
My thoughts are like a river 
Reflecting in all directions 
I'm gonna phone her, but not today 
I'm gonna write her, but not today 
Today I'm gonna be 
Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down 
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting 
My old needs I won't recognize 
I'm Over You 
Hold on to the evening, hold on to the morn 
All night long, sunshine hiding underneath and 
I'm gonna phone her, but not today 
I'm gonna write her, but not today 
Today I'm gonna be 
Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down 
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting 
My old needs I won't recognize 
I'm Over You 
Miles of country road rise, rise away 
The cars are by the river 
Clouds are in the coffee shops around here 


. . .


(Vic Chesnutt)

We blew past the army motorcade 
and it's abnormal load haulage 
The gravity of the situation 
came on us like a bit of new knowledge 
The bubbliest bubble bath 
broke down on the bank 
The gravity of the situation 
is why our old thought bubbles sank 
humble and gracious 
The gravity of the situation 
a fat hungry English crow 
picking at a badger carcass 
The gravity of the situation 
is hard to focus and harness 
We met Bill Lowery 
at the Queen's Hall 
The gravity of the situation 

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(Tom Waits)

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue. 
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, 
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me. 
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere 
And I wonder should I offer you a chair? 
Well if you sit down with this old clown, 
Take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, 
I think that we could make it, 
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 
Well the night does funny things inside a man. 
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand, 
Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette, 
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met. 
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 
I can see that you are lonesome just like me, 
And it being late, You'd like some some company. 
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, 
The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free. 
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. 
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out. 
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. 
Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found, 
I search the place for your lost face, 
Guess I'll have another round. 

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(Roy Orbison)

Sweet dream baby 
Sweet dream baby 
Sweet dream baby 
How long must I dream 

Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through 
Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams nighttime too 
I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do 

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(R.E.M)

The walls are built up, stone by stone; 
the fields divided one by one. 
And the train conductor says, 
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break 
we've been on this shift too long" 

And the train conductor says, 
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break 
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away" 
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm. 
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged. 
Bells are ringing through the town again, 
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing 

And the train conductor says 
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break 
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away" 

Way to shield the hated heat. 
Way to put myself to sleep. 
Way to shield the hated heat. 
Way to put myself, my children to sleep. 

He piloted this song in a plane like that one. 
She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade. 
Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again. 
Field to weed is lookin' thin 

And the train conductor says 
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break 
We've been on this shift too long." 
And the train conductor says, 
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break. 

. . .


(Gregory K. Ritchey)

I've been waiting for you 
I wish you could too 
Had you too long to lay back now 
First time you caught my eye 
I knew I want to spend my life 
Making you feel like you should 

CHORUS: 
I'm not trying to make you do 
Nothing you don't want to 
But I said I love you 
My love depends on you 
It grow, it flows, it goes by you 
Won't you let me be your man 

So if you'd only tell me (it you'd only tell me) 
Tell me that you love me (tell me that you love me) 
I'll be the luckiest man alive 
I just keep on waiting, anticipating 
'Til the day you say you're mine 

CHORUS 

Won't you let me be your man 
Let me be your man 

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(The Smiths)

Good times for a change. 
See the look I've had could make a good man turn bad. 
So please please please, let me, let me, let me¡­ 
Let me get what I want this time. 

Haven't had a dream in a long time. 
See the life I've had could make a good man bad. 
So for one in my life let me get what I want. 
Lord knows it would be the first time. 

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(Bill Withers)

My friends feel it's their appointed duty 
They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me 
But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff 
I wanna spread the news that if it feels this good getting used 
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up 
Until you use me up 
My brother sits me right down and he talked to me 
He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me 
And I'm sure he meant well yeah but when our talk was through 
I said brother if you only knew you'd wish that you were in my shoes 
You just keep on using me until you use me up 
Until you use me up 
Oh sometimes yeah it's true you really do abuse me 
You get in a crowd of high-class people and then you act real rude to me 
But oh baby baby baby baby when you love me I can't get enough 
I wanna spread the news that if it feels this good getting used 
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up 
Until you use me up 
Talking about you using me but it all depends on what you do 
It ain't too bad the way you're using me 
Causes I sure am using you to do the things you do 

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(Led Zeppelin)

Wanna tell you 'bout the girl I love 
My she looks so fine 
She's the only one that I been dreamin' of 
Maybe someday she will be all mine 
I wanna tell her that I love her so 
I thrill with her every touch 
I need to tell her she's the only one I really love 

(Chorus) 
I got a woman, wanna ball all day 
I got a woman; she won't be true, no 
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time 
I said I got a little woman and she won't be true 

Sunday morning when we go down to church 
See the menfolk standin' in line 
I said they come to pray to the Lord 
With my little girl, looks so fine 
In the evening when the sun is sinkin ' low 
Everybody's with the one they love 
I walk the town 
Keep a-searchin' all around: 
Lookin' for my street corner girl 

Chorus 

In the bars, with the men who play guitars 
Singin', Drinkin' and rememberin' the times 
My little lover does a midnight shift 
She followed around all the time 
I guess there's just one thing a -left for me to do 
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way 
Cause I got a worried mind 
Sharin' what I thought was mine 
Gonna leave her where the guitars play 

I got a woman, she won't be true, no no 
I got a woman, wanna ball all day 
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time 
I got a little woman and she won't be true 

(Hey, hey what can I do) 

I said she won't be true 

(Hey, hey what can I say) 

Hey, hey, what can I do 
I got a woman she won't be true 
Lord, hear what I say 

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