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Pat Simmons
Come on over baby got nothin' to lose
Well you never get enough o' those
Highway blues
Just another road to freedom and you know that
It ain't no crime
Can't you hear it baby
Like thunder I know
Like the magic and the passion
Of rock and roll
It's like a Harley motorcycle baby raging out of control
Danger up ahead of you
Comin' up behind you too
Turn it to the left
Turn it to the right
Now you twist the throttle up
With all your might
Dangerous, that's why you love it
Well you like to drive fast baby
Slide up right beside me watch the
Broken lines fly
'Cause there's no one who can catch us
Just let anybody give it a try
Can't you hear it baby like thunder I know
Like the magic and the passion of rock 'n' roll
You're a rebel and youknow it
And you're not afraid to throw it away
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Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright
I don't care what they may say
I don't care what they may do
I don't care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright
I don't care what they may know
I don't care where they may go
I don't care what they may know
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus, he's my friend; Jesus, he's my friend
He took me by the hand; Led me far from this land
Jesus, he's my friend
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright
I don't care what they may say, I don't care what they may do
I don't care what they may say, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
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I know you're leaving
Leaving me behind
I'm seeing you, darling
For the very last time
Show a little tenderness
Mama, before you go
Please, let me feel
Your embrace once more
Take me in your arms
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, with you, darling
Rock me, rock me a little while
We all must feel
Heartache sometime
Right now, right now
I'm feeling mine
I tried my best to be strong
But I'm not able
I'm like a helpless child
Left in a cradle
Before you leave me
Mama, leave me far behind
Please, let me feel
Happy one more time
Take me in your arms
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, with you, darling
Rock me, rock me a little while
I'm losing you
And my happiness
My life is so dark
I must confess
I'll never, never see
Your smiling face no more
I'll never, never hear
Your knock upon my door
Before you leave me
Leave me behind
Please, let me feel
Happy one more time
Take me in your arms
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, with you, baby
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, yeah yeah
I'm begging, little baby (take me)
Oh baby, please, yeah
(Take me, take me, take me)
Come on, baby (take me)
Can't you see me on my knees now
(Take me, take me, take me)
Come on, baby (take me)
Baby, help, please
(Take me, take me, take me)
Coming to you, baby (take me)
Oh baby, please, please, please
Take me in your arms
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, with you, darling
Rock me, rock me a little while
Come on, baby
Rock me, rock me a little while
Oh, with you, darling
Rock me, rock me a little while
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Woke up this mornin'
Jumped to my feet
Ran to the window
And down in the street
The paperboy was jumpin'
Like a monkey on a leash
Yellin', read all about it
Read all about it
Slow burn in L.A. town
Slow burn in L.A. town
Down on Sunset
In the summertime
It gets so hot you think you're goin' blind
Little girls all dressed up
And they're ready to go out
Makes me wanna shout
Makes me wanna shout
Slow burn in L.A. town
Slow burn in L.A. town
You've got nowhere to go
No one to go there with
Ain't nobody cares about anything you did
Lookin' for trouble
You've got plenty on your mind
Now we'll read all about it
Read all about it, baby
Slow burn in L.A. town
Slow burn in L.A. town
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When I was so low
You were there to lift me up
Well, there's one thing that I know for sure
You're gonna win life's lovin' cup
Darlin', you're always there at my rescue
Dependin' on you
Darlin', you're always there by my side
You're always there by my side
Darlin', you're always there at my rescue
Dependin' on you
And when I get too high
You are there to cool me down
So fine, someone to turn to
Keepin' my feet on the ground
Dependin' on you
Darlin', you're always there at my rescue
Dependin' on you
Darlin', you're always there by my side
You're always there by my side
Darlin', you're always there at my rescue
I just keep dependin' on you
Someone to turn to
Keepin' my feet on the ground
So fine...
Darlin', you're always there at my rescue
Dependin' on you
Darlin', you're always there by my side
You're always there by my side...
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I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window
And I wonder where you've gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin'
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone
City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
I'm just tryin' to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It's true, I'm lost without you
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need myself a place to go and hide
I keep to myself
I don't want nobody else
To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes
Another park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do
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I'm a man who lives in the city
I'm a man who lives in the street
From F.L.A. to Frisco Bay
And everywhere in between
Coast to coast there's a question
Everybody's always askin' me
People want to know everywhere I go
What can the answer be
Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul
Well it seems that when I travel
And I'm out there on the road
The freedom I need is the freedom I leave
In my good time rock and roll
There's a healing in those guitars
And a spirit in the song
No matter what condition your rhythm is in
The message goes on and on
Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul
If you ever wonder
How to shake your blues
Just follow this prescription
And get the cure for what's ailin' you
Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul
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Up all night, I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, the night had fled
And sleepy-eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged, indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that I sent out returned with you
When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone, out walking the streets
Yes, and when I'm feeling down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged, indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that I sent out returned with you
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged, indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
Yeah, but the smile that I sent out returned with you
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Tom Johnston
Eyes of silver hungry and aware
Eyes of silver, your mystic love I share
'Cause I'm hungry baby
For the love you give away
Kick out all that stupid pride
That's standin' in my way
Inside my loving eyes are open wide
Eyes of silver, on which I shall rely
Diamonds are forever, and gold can make you lie
But your eyes of silver shine on, shine on
Blades of steel have helped a man to conquer all
Rubies by the hundreds fill the Taj Mahal
Eyes of silver, you tell me what I need
To bring this cold and lonely man
Down to his bended knees
Inside my lovin' arms are open wide
For you eyes of silver
On which I shall rely
Diamonds and gold make you lie, lie, lie
But your eyes of silver, they shine on, shine on
Eyes of silver, baby, shine on, shine on
Baby, shining, yeah yeah, yeah, baby shining
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Well, I built me a raft
And she's ready for floatin'
Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin'
That paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
Well, if it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
And dance a honky tonk
And I'll be buyin' everybody drinks all 'round
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, everything
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear
Some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and
Take me by the hand
By the hand (hand) take me
By the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with
Your daddy all night long
I'd like to hear
Some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and
Take me by the hand
(I want to honky tonk, honky tonk)
(with you all night long)
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You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon, the time will tell
You, telling me the things
You're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like
What I think I see
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the streets)
No more need for running
(Taking it to the streets)
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
Oh, you, telling me the things
You're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like
What I think I see
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the streets)
No more need for running
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the)
Oh, you, telling me the things
You're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like
What I think I see
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the streets)
No more need for running
(Taking it to the streets)
Yeah, yeah
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the streets)
Before it steps farther
(Taking it to the streets)
Oh, lord
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it, taking it
(Taking it to the streets)
Hey, yeah ha
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it to the streets
(Taking it to the streets)
No more need for running
(Taking it to the streets)
No more need for hiding
(Taking it to the streets)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Taking it to the streets)
No more
(Taking it to the streets)
Yeah, yeah
(Taking it to the streets)
Taking it, taking it
(Taking it to the streets)
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Tom Johnston
Got those highway blues, can't you hear my motor runnin'
Flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor
All the way in town they can hear me comin'
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more
And I smell my motor burnin'
Underneath the hood is smoke
Can't stop, and I can't stop
Got to keep on movin' or I'll lose my mind
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
The highway patrol got his eyes on me
I know what he's thinkin' and it ain't good
I'm movin' so fast he can barely see me
Gonna lose that man, I know I should
I gotta kick in my pedal
Make my Ford move a little bit faster
Can't stop, and I can't stop
Got to keep on movin' or I'll lose my mind
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
Oh, rockin' down the highway
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Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin'
Wilt away on lies from you
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on...
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As the wind blows down the canyon
And the rain falls on the river
I can hear her song of wishes
I can feel her body shiver
Her boots are made of feathers
Flying as she runs
Across this painted desert
With a suitcase full of guns
Wild, wild ride
And the world goes round and round
Wild, wild ride
You go crazy from the sound
Near the old abandoned drive in
There's a brand new Motel 6
It's hard to make a livin'
But you work to get your kicks
You don't know how you got here
But it comes as no surprise
When the rust gets in your engine
And the dust gets in your eyes
Wild, wild ride
And the world goes round and round
Wild, wild ride
You go crazy from the sound
From Mobile to Milwaukee
Seattle St. Joe
From Memphis to Miami
To the streets of Tokyo
Take a trip among the livin'
Make a circle in the sky
It's a good day for believin'
That we're never gonna die
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When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
Down around San Antone
And the folks are rising for another day
'Round about their homes
The people of the town are strange
And they're proud of where they came
Well, you're talking 'bout China Grove
Oh, China Grove
Well, the preacher and the teacher
Lord, they're a caution
They are the talk of the town
When the gossip gets to flyin'
And they ain't lyin'
When the sun goes fallin' down
They say that the father's insane
And dear Missus Perkin's a game
We're talkin' 'bout the China Grove
Oh, China Grove
But every day there's a new thing comin'
The ways of an oriental view
The sheriff and his buddies with their samurai swords
You can even hear the music at night
And though it's a part of the Lone Star State
People don't seem to care
They just keep on lookin' to the East
Talkin' 'bout the China Grove
Oh, China Grove
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I think back to the time
When I first saw your face
You were walkin' across the delta
To your cold and lonely place
You know, I took you for a small girl
Really not quite seventeen
Oh, Lord, but I was wrong, oh so wrong
You're like a woman I've never seen
Dark eyed Cajun woman
Where are you comin' from
Your soul is in the back woods
They say you never had a home
But I'm gonna know you better
If it takes all night and day
Dark eyed Cajun woman
You'll never get away, no, no
Now the evenin' breeze is blowin'
I hear your voice most everywhere
Your cold, black eyes
They are dancin' in the starlight
Warmin' the cold night air
It's so beautiful, you know I have to say
Dark eyed Cajun woman
You'll never get away
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Patrick Simmons
Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down
But I'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound
Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home
On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth
Well it was Neal Cassady that started me to travelin'
All the stories that were told, I believed them every one
And it's a windin' road I'm on you understand
And no time to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun
Papa don't you worry now and mama don't you cry
Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by
Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home
On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth
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I get a feelin', lost without you baby
Livin' alone is drivin' me crazy
Don't you know
I got nowhere to go
You should be the one that's hurtin'
You got everything you need
Back in the days when love was so easy
I was fancy free and laughin' with no reason
Things have changed
Your touch has grown strange
I can't help myself
I know that you have left me dyin' here
Baby, baby
I can't live without you
Baby, baby
I can't live without you no more
Baby, baby
I can't live without you
I feel you know it, huh
Oh, baby, now I'm lost without my baby
Oh, baby, baby, babe, don't you hear right now
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Playin' easy somewhere, shade across my mind
Thoughts that pass I cannot catch, I reach for you and find
That I have learned how not to get burned now
Wind in the tree blows, even the sea knows
That I have learned how, think I can see now
Lookin' through dreams is not what it seems
They handed me the bottle and said drink it 'til it's gone
But now that it's half empty I'm not sure I can go on
Thought I had learned how not to get burned now
Wind in the tree blows, even the sea knows
That I have learned how, think I can see now
Lookin' through dreams
I keep rollin', I keep rollin'
I keep rollin' and I can't stop
Rollin' and I can't stop
It's drivin' me out of my mind
To the truck stop, to the plane hop
To the boat dock and I'm so close
Boat dock and I'm so close
Give me a little more time
Spin me around, turn my head down
Take me down slow, don't let me go
Spin me around, turn my head down
Take me down slow, don't let me go
Gonna quit you, gonna quit you
Gonna quit you, pretty mama
Quit you, hey mama
You know that I ain't got time
Get behind me, get behind me
Get behind me, now bad times
Oh, bad times
There's nothin' in there you can hide
Spin me around, turn my head down
Take me down slow, don't let me go
Spin me around, turn my head down
Take me down slow, don't let
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T. Johnston/J.L. Williams
Week by week, day by day
You got me changin' in so many ways
Thinking of you I feel the call
Somebody get a doctor
I'm starting to fall
I get excited don't you understand
I get excited 'cause it's part of the plan
Day by day, hour by hour
I get a shiver from your lovin' power
Fire in your eyes just lets me know
Ain't no way I ever let go
I get excited don't you understand
I get excited 'cause it's part of the plan
Hot love, what you bring to me
I get excited by the novelty
Hot love, like a fever you feed
Black lace and promise is all that I need
You bring it on
I love it baby, I love it all
Anytime, anytime you call
Day or night as the world moves on
It's time for action, the talkin' is done
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He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate what had yet to be created
Once in her life she musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power
To reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all
Keeps sending him
Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere
She will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power
To reason away
What seems to be (If love can come and love can go, then why can't love return once more?)
Is always better than nothing (Fool's got the power)
And nothing at all (Oh, now)
What a fool believes (I believe she's never gone away)
He sees (Oh)
No wise man has the power (To reason away)
To reason away
What seems to be (Oh, if love can come and love can go, oh, mama)
Is always better than nothing (Better than nothing)
And nothing at all
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Down around the corner
Half a mile from here
You see them long trains runnin'
And you watch 'em disappear
Without love
Where would you be now?
Without love
You know I saw Miss Lucy
Down along the tracks
She lost her home and her family
And she won't be coming back
Without love
Where would you be right now?
Without love
Well, the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin', mama
'Cause you know they're runnin' late
Without love
Where would you be now-na-na-now?
Without love
Well, the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin', mama
'Cause you know they're runnin' late
Without love
Where would you be now?
Without love
Well, pistons keep on churnin'
And the wheels go 'round and 'round
And the steel rails lie cold and hard
On the mountains they go down
Without love
Where would you be right now?
Without love
Ooh, where would you be now?
Mmm, got to get you, baby baby, won't you move it down?
Won't you move it down?
Baby, baby, baby, baby, won't you move it down?
When the big train run
When the train is movin' on
I got to keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Won't you keep on movin'?
Gonna keep on movin'
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Don't you feel it growin', day by day
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy
Some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What the people need is a way to make 'em smile
It ain't so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh now mama, don't you ask me why
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Well I know, you know better, everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
We'll be happy
And we'll dance
Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away
And if I'm feelin' good to you and you're feelin' good to me
There ain't nothin' we can't do or say
Feelin' good
Feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
Listening for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
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