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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Former members
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



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The Rolling Stones Album



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Oh, a storm is threat'ning 
My very life today 
If I don't get some shelter 
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away 

War, children, it's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
War, children, it's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin' 
Our very street today 
Burns like a red coal carpet 
Mad bull lost its way 

War, children, it's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
War, children, it's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 

Rape, murder! 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 

Rape, murder! 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 

Rape, murder! 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 

The floods is threat'ning 
My very life today 
Gimme, gimme shelter 
Or I'm gonna fade away 

War, children, it's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
It's just a shot away 
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away 
It's just a kiss away 
It's just a kiss away 
It's just a kiss away 
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

. . .


Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain

When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, the train come in the station I looked her in the eye
Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind
Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind

All my love's in vain

All, all my love's in vain

. . .


Sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson
And on the street the summer sun it shines
There's many a bar-room queen I've had in Jackson
But I just can't seem to drink you off my mind

It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky Tonk blues

I laid a divorcee in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The Lady she all dressed me up in roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

It's those Honky Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky Tonk blues

It's those Honky Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky Tonk blues
It's those Honky Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky Tonk blues
It's those Honky Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky Tonk blues


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I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
must be hung up for a week
My best friend he shoots water rats,
and feeds them to his geese
Doncha think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

Come now, honey,
we can build a place for three
Come on now honey,
don't ya wanna live with me?

There's a score of hair-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well, they cue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive?

You'd look good pram pushing,
down the high street
Come on now honey,
doncha wanna live with me?

Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
When she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes be crossed

Oh, don'cha think there's a place for us,
right across the street
Don't ya think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

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Well, we all need someone to lean on
And if you want it, well, you can lean on me
Well, we all need someone to lean on
And if you want it, well, you can lean on me

She said My breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a spare in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and symphaty

Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want it, you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drink my health in scented jasmine tea
You knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded faded junky nurse
Oh, what pleasant company

We all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh, baby, don't you take my head

We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, you can bleed on me
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, why don't you bleed on me

Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
You can bleed all over me

. . .


Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler,
the one that shut the kitchen door?

He don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He's split, the time the cook'rel crows

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind softly
Listen and you hear him moan

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight gambler?
Well, honey, it's no rock'n'roll show

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Did you see me make my midnight call

And if you catch the Midnight Rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose
Well, go easy with your cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down your throat
Baby, and it hurts!


. . .


Hey, babe, what's in your eyes?
I saw them flashing like airplane lights
You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure
I must come back for a little more

You got my heart, you got my soul
You got the silver, you got the gold
You got the diamonds from the mines
Well, that's allright, it'll buy some time

Tell me, honey, what will I do?
When I'm hungry and thirsty too.
Feeling foolish and that's for sure
Just waiting here at your kitchen door

Hey babe, what's in your eyes?
Is that the diamonds from the mines?
What's that laughing in your smile?
I don't care, no, I don't care

Hey babe, you got my soul
You got the silver, you got the gold
A flash of love has made me blind
I don't care, no, that's no big surprise


. . .


I'm a flea-bit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That's not really true
I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
How'd you do?

I've been bit and
I've been tossed around by every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

Well, I'm just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through
Yes I'm a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don't you?

Well, I hope we're not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too
Babe


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I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find 
You get what you need
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore 
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
You get what you need--yeah, oh baby
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

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