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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers


Background information
Origin Gainesville, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) MCA Records
Associated acts Johnny Cash
Tom Petty
Mudcrutch
Traveling Wilburys
Stevie Nicks
Jeff Lynne
Bob Dylan
Website Website
Members
Tom Petty
Mike Campbell
Benmont Tench
Ron Blair
Scott Thurston
Steve Ferrone
Former members
Stan Lynch
Howie Epstein



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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Album


Southern Accents (1985)
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Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well - maybe I'm a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with somethings sometimes
That are so hard to swallow - Hey!

(Chorus)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah - with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel.

Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid out my ticket
Yeah she screamed in the car
And threw me out in the thicket
Well - I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh - but I keep coming back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it.
Hey, hey, hey

(Chorus)

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities level
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metal.
Hey, hey, hey



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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We got a man on the moon (it ain't nothin' to me)
We got more comin' soon (it ain't nothin' to me)
Got natives in New Guinea with gold in their teeth
Might mean sonthin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me

(Chorus)
But when you dance I can go right with you
Yeah when you dance I can go right with you

We got smilin' politicians
Got songs fram rich musicians
Called Tokyo long distance and the gueen came for tea
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me

(Chorus)

I got a dog on my leg
I'm walking on eggs
Missionaires walking backwards
Touch 'em and they bleed
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me

(Chorus)

Everyone has a message
For avoiding the wrekage
Gypsies at home watching Jerry Falwell on TV
Might mean somethin' to you
It ain't nothin' to me

Absolutely, infinitum!

Oh yes baby that's really something!
Ha! Ha! Ha

Yeah, that's really something!
Ha!



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music and Blue Network Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Don't come around here no more
Don't come around here no more
Whatever you're looking for
Hey! don't come around here no more

I've given up, I've given up
I've given up on waiting any longer
I've given up, on this love stronger

I don't feel you any more
you darken my door
Whatever you're looking for
Hey! don't come around here no more

I've given up, I've given up
I've given up, you tangle my emotions
I've given up, honey please admit it is over

(Chorus)

Stop walking down my street
Who do you expect to met?
Whatever you're looking for
Hey! don't come around here no more



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music and Blue Network Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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There's a southern accent, where I come from
The young 'uns call it country, the yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talking, but everything gets done
With a southern accent, where I come from

Now that drunk tank in Atlanta, is just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando, if them orange groves don't freeze
Got my own way of working, but everything is run
With a southern accent, where I come from

For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it was all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me

There's a dream I keep having, where my momma comes to me
And kneels down over by the window, and says a prayer for me
Got my own way of praying, but everything one's begun
With a southern accent, where I come from

Got my own way of living, but everything is done
With a southern accent, where I come from



Copyright (c) 1984 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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I wanna make it better baby
Listen, I want to make it good again
Yes I want to make it better girl

Yeah better for you, and me
Baby wait and see
I know it's been a long, long time
But it's gonna be alright
No you musn't let it drag you down

Honey, there's a lot a fools around
But anything I can do, honey
I'm gonna do it' for you

(Chorus)

Yeah good for and me
Baby please believe
That anything I can, baby I'm gonna do it for you
(Forget about me, forget these eyes)
(Forget about me, say goodbye)

These was too much rain, too much humility
Do you know why you did what you did to me?
Honey you're the jugde, there ain't no jury
And I'm just an innocent boy, used to bein' guilty



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music and Blue Network Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Oh, we got another one, just like the other ones
Another bad ass, another troublemaker
I'm scared, ain't you boys scared?
I wonder if he's gonna show us what bad is?
Boys, we gotta man with a dog collar on
You think we oughta' trow ol' Spike a bone?

Hey Spike what do you like?
Hey Spike what do you like?

Here's another misfit, another Jimmy Dean
Bet be's got a motorbike,
What'a y'all think?
Bet if we good we'll get a ride on it
If be ain't too mad about the future
Matbe we oughta help him see
The future ain't what it used to be

Hey Spike, you're scarin' my wife
Hey Spike what do you like
Please Spike, tell us 'bout life



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Well we come with what was on our backs
Yeah, when the leaves had died and all turned black
Back when the wind was cold and blew them 'round
When we laid our blankets on the ground
Yeah and I woke up feelin' hungry
Lookin' straight into the sun, and left a cold night on the ground
Like a dog on the run

I fell overboard and washed up on the beach
Yes, let waves and sand roll over me
I was helped to be home of a young bleached blonde
Who said honey I discovered early in life there's ways og getting
Anything I want, some of us are different
It's just something in our blood, there's no need for explanations
We're just dogs on the run

The room was painted blue and grey
All my meals were served on a silver tray
Oh she would laugh, and light my cigaretts
She said honey ain't it funny how a crowd gathers around
Anyone living life without a net?
And how they'll beg you for the answer
But it won't ever be enough, there's no way you could ever tell 'em
It's just dogs on the run



Copyright (c) 1984 Gone Gator Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Mary got a brand new car
Mary got a brand new set of wheels
Now everyone is so charged
Man you don't know how good it feels
And we wanna go where she goes
We wanna listen to her radio

Mary got a brand new car
Mary got the one she was savin' for
Now everyone here is so charged
Many never looked so good before
And we go where she goes
We wanna listen to her radio

Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?



Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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She prob'ly works in a restaurant
That's what her momma did
But I don't know if she ever really
Could put up with it
Or maybe she sings in a nightclub
'Cause sometimes she used to sing
But I don't know if it ever
Amounted to anything

But listen honey

(Chorus)
Wherever you are tonight
I wish you the best of everything, in the world
And I hope you found
Whatever you were looking for

Yeah and it's over before you know it
It all goes by so fast
Yeah, the bad nights last forever
And the good nights don't ever seem to last
And man, we never had the real thing
But sometimes we used to kiss
Back when we didn't understand
What we were caught up in

(Chorus)

(Chorus)



Copyright (c) 1984 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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