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THERE'S A CHURCH HOUSE, GIN HOUSE,
SCHOOL HOUSE, OUTHOUSE.
ON U.S. 19,
HEY, THE PEOPLE KEEP THE CITY CLEAN.
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH, NUTBUSH,
NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS.
25 IS THE SPEED LIMIT,
MOTORCYCLES NOT ALLOWED IN IT.
GO TO TOWN ON SATURDAY,
GO TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY.
UP IN ... UP IN ... NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS.
SAY IT AGAIN...
WORK THE FIELDS ON WEEKDAYS,
HAVE A PICNIC EVERY LABOR DAY.
GO TO TOWN ON A FRIDAY,
BE IN CHURCH ON A SUNDAY.
UP IN ... UP IN ... NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS.
LITTLE OLD TOWN,
DOWN IN TENNESSEE.
A REAL QUIET COMMUNITY,
A REAL QUIET SOUTHERN COMMUNITY.
NOT MUCH HAPPENS IN NUTBUSH;
YOU CAN HEAR THE CORN GROW.
GOT TO WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE,
DRIVIN' THROUGH NUTBUSH.
GOT TO WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE,
IF YOU'RE DRIVIN' THROUGH NUTBUSH.
WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE,
WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE.
KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE,
KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE.
AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE.
NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS,
NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS,
NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS.
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Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leaving my home, leaving my friends,
Running when things get too crazy.
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars,
Feeling the breeze, passin' the cars.
Women have come, women have gone,
Everyone trying to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free,
Others, they only enraged me.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they've left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
I tell you, those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.
Travelin' man, love when I can,
Turn loose my hand 'cause I'm goin'.
Travelin' man, love when I can,
But sooner or later I'm goin' on.
Travelin' man, travelin' man.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they've left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
Tell you, those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul.
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he wants to dream like a young man
with the wisdom of an old man
he wants his home and security
he wants to live like a sailor at sea
beautiful loser
where you gonna fall
when you realize you just don't need it all
he's your oldest and your best friend
if you need him, he'll be there again
he's always willing to be second best
a perfect lodger, a perfect guest
beautiful loser, read it on the wall
and realize you just don't need it all
yeah you just don't need it all
(you don't need it all)
Hey, you can try, but you can't have it all
Oh no, no
He'll never make any enemies, enemies
He won't complain if he's caught on his knees
He'll always ask, he'll always say please
beautiful loser, never take it all
cuz it's easier and faster when you fall
oh, you just don't need it all
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Jody Girl, Jody Girl, Spend Your Time Today
Watching Clocks Spin The Hours Away.
Jody Girl, You Know The World's
Goin' Around All Day,
Thinking Back To The Things You Used To Say.
Didn't He Put You On A Pedestal,
When First You Met?
Sure Was Some Honeymoon,
Ain't It Hard To Forget?
What Ever Happened To That Crazy Boy
With The Love Light In His Eyes?
Used To Bring You Flowers Every Day.
Now You Sit Here On A Cloudy Afternoon
Watchin' A Soap Opera On T.V.
Your Old Man's Workin'
And Your Kids Are Out Playin'
And You're Not Feelin' Too Free.
Keep Thinkin' Back, Thinkin' Back To High School,
Them High School Days.
All Those Wild, Wild Times You Had.
All Those Boy Friends, Boy Friends Knockin' On Your Door.
Jody Girl, Jody Girl,
Spend Your Time Today
Watchin' Clocks Spin The Hours Away.
Jody Girl, You Know The World's
Goin' By All Day.
Thinkin' Back To Before You Promised To Stay.
Didn't He Put You On A Pedestal
When First You Met?
Sure Was Some Honeymoon -
Ain't It Hard To Forget?
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I've been working
I've been working so hard
I've been working
I've been working so hard
I come home make love to you
Makin' love to you, now
I've been grinding
I've been grinding for so long
I've been grinding
Grinding for so long
I come home
I want you in my arms
I want you in my arms
I said woman woman woman woman woman
Woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
Hey
I get so lonely
Get so lonely
Out on the road
Gets so lonely
I've been grinding
I've been grinding for so long
13 years I've been working baby
Working for so long
When I get home
You best be in my arms
I want you in my arms
And I said woman woman woman woman woman
Woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
you can listen to the engine rolling out his one note song
you can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
but your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
when your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin much to do
and you don't feel much like riding
you just wish the trip was through
say here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin' the star again
there I go
Turn the page
well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you
but you just want to explode
most times you can't hear 'em talk other times you can
all the same ol' cliches, is that a woman or a man
and you always seem outnumbered
you don't dare make a stand
Here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin' the star again
there I go
turn the page
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away
every ounce of energy you try to give away
as the sweat pours out your body
like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
with the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
you smoke the day's last cigarette
remembering what she said
Ah here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin' the star again
there I go
turn the page
Ah here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin the star again
there I go there I go
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I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
I want an air conditioner
Cottage on the river
And all the money I can see
I wanna drive a Lincoln
Spend my evenings drinking
The very best burgandy
I want a yacht for sailing
Private eye for tailing
My wife if she's a bit too free
I've been told ever since a boy
that's what one aught to be
A part of the UMC
I want a pool to swim in
Fancy suits to dress in
Some stockin GM and GE
An office in the city
Secretary pretty
Who'll take dictation on my knee
I want a paid vacation
Don't want to have to ration
A thing with anyone but me
And if there's war or famine
Promise I'll examine
The details if they're on TV
I'll pretend to be liberal
but I'll still support the GOP,
As part of the UMC
I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
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Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard
Mama gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don't sing
She gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
Baby gonna take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He gonna have to come an talk to me
Said hey Bo Diddley
Hey now Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley
I walked 47 miles of barbed wire
Use a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a brand new house on the roadside child
Made out of rattlesnake hide
Brand new chimney on top
Made out of human skulls
Come and take a little walk with me Arlene
Tell me who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Arlene took me by my hand
Said cool it Robert you know your my man
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Night was dark the sky was blue
Down the alley we was swingin' through
Lord I heard just what I seen
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
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Yeah, I'm gonna tell my tale come on,
Come on, give a listen
Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune wheels, and throw dice
And I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn't stick around, I had to roam
Ain't good looking, but you know I ain't shy
Ain't afraid to look a girl, in the eye
So if you need some lovin, and you need it right away
Take a little time out, and maybe I'll stay
But I got to ramble (ramblin' man)
Oh I got to gamble (gamblin' man)
Got to got to ramble (ramblin' man)
I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah alright here we go now now
I hope you got money, I'm sure gonna need some
I ain't around to love you now, and I gotta run
Gotta keep moving, never gonna slow down
You can have your funky world, see you 'round
(repeat chorus)
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Ahh come on with me baby
We're gonna have a good time
Don't you ever listen to the radio
When the big bad beat comes on
I know you gotta dig it
I know you can't stop it
Cause the bottom comes on so strong
Talkin 'bout (heavy music),
Oh I got to have it yeah (heavy music),
I got to love it now
Deeper (heavy music)
Deeper (heavy music)
Baby don't you get a kick, from it yeah
Dig it (heavy music)
Dig it baby (heavy music)
Dancin to that heavy music (music) What I sing to the heavy music (music)
Yeah a little bit deeper now, alright
Don't you ever feel like goin' insane
When the drums begin to pound
Ain't there ever been a time in your life
You couldn't believe what the band is puttin' down, about
(repeat chorus)
Yeah, alright, goin' in, goin in now
Oh yeah I'm goin' in now
Come on come on with me baby
Come on come on with me baby
Come on come on with me
Goin' deeper
Deeper deeper oh oh oh
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I think I'm going to Katmandu
that's really really where I'm going to
if I ever get out of here that's what I'm going to do
kkkkkk katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
if I ever get out of here
I'm going to Katmandu
I got nothing against the West Coast
You know those brothers are such good hosts
I raise my whiskey glass and give them a toast
I'm sure they know it's true
I got nothing against the Southern states
every time I've been there it's been great
but now I'm leaving and I can't be late
and to myself be true
That's why I'm going to Katmandu
up to the mountains where I'm going to
if I ever get out of here
that's what I'm gonna do
oh kkkkkkk katmandu
that's really really where I'm going to
if I ever get out of here
I'm going to Katmandu
I got no quarrel with the Midwest
the folks out there have given me their best
I've lived there all my life I've been their guest
I sure have love it too
I'm tired of looking at the tv news
I'm tired of driving hard and paying dues
I figure baby I've got nothing to lose
I'm tired of being blue
That's why I'm going to Katmandu
up to the mountains where I'm going to
if I ever get out of here
that's what I'm gonna do
oh kkkkkkk katmandu
take me baby cause I'm going with you
if I ever get out of here
I'm going to Katmandu
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You hit the street, you feel them staring
You know they hate you you can feel their eyes a glarin'
Because you're different, because you're free
Because you're everything deep down they wish they could be
(Chorus:)
You're lookin back (lookin back) they're lookin back (lookin back)
Too many people lookin back
You're lookin back (lookin back) they're lookin back (lookin back)
Too many people lookin back
They watch the news, see young men dying
They watch them bleedin' and listen to them lyin'
And if they're normal if they can see
They just reach out and change the channel on the TV
(Chorus)
When they could vote, and end the war
They're much too busy fittin' locks upon the back door
Give you a foxhole, a place to hide
Cause when the war come the cops'll be on their side
(Chorus)
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I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
Our 60 Cadillac was roarin' through Nebraska whinin'
Doin' 120 man the fields was bendin' over
Headin' out for the mountains knowin' we was traveling further
All our fires were blazing and the spinnin' wheels were turnin' turnin'
Had my girl beside me brother.
Brother she was burnin' burnin'
Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher
She had a line on somethin' heavy but we couldn't reach her
We told her that we needed somethin' that would get us goin'
She pulled out all she had and laid it on the counter showin'
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
The cops came dustin' in and then we lit out in our pickup truck go
Get out of Denver better go go
Get out of Denver better go
Get out of Denver better go go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member better
Better Get out of Denver
Better Get out of Denver
Well red lights were flashin' and the sirens were a-screamin'
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin'
Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour
Lord it started drizzlin' and it turned into a thundershower
The rain was drivin' but the Caddy kept on burnin' rubber
We kept on drivin' till we ran into some fog cover
We couldn't see a thing somehow we just kept on goin'
We kept on drivin' all night long and then into the mornin'fog.
It finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at
We're starin' at a Colorado state policeman trooper cat
And go Get out of Denver he said go go
Get out of Denver better go
Get out of Denver better go go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member
Better get out of Denver
Better get out of Denver better go
Oh better better better go
Hey go
Ah better better go go go go
Cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member better
Get out of Denver better go!
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In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new shoes
Tryin to find a lady, chase away my blues
Hot and wasted Lord sweatin' in the sun
(?) 'till my work is all done
Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low
I'll be out there waitin' for the whistle to blow
Sittin' in the teepee smokin' out on the track
Drivin' in a Chevy till my foreman get back
Suddenly I hear the breakman up and shout
There's a non-stop train comin' two miles out
Everybody jumpin' and a screaming around
Tryin to get the line an get the teepee down
Railroad owner's 'bout to go insane
Tryin' to get the workers out the way of the train
Here come the engineer honk his horn
He got a train you got to let it roll on
Let it rock
All night long
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