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(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
I'm flying
across the ocean
and I'm soaring
back home
to the place I was born
and probably raised.
And I'm flying
across the mountains and valleys,
back home to the one that I love so happily.
Can ya' blame me for feeling homesick
'cause I've been away such a very long long time
I served a while in the county jail
five years for being hungry tired and poor
On and on
yes I will follow
with your buttons and bows.
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I don't need no one's opinion
On the matter concerning my dress.
I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma,
There were many things I did not possess.
I never complained, because my father said,
"Son you'll get your chance before you're my age".
Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
Written all over his face
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down
Three button hand me down
I had my fair share of neat women,
But they came between me and my suit.
That was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston,
Not forgetting the one in Detroit.
They said, "We like you boy and we think you're sweet,
But can't you lose your suit?"
I said, "No, you can't do that to me"
I remember what my father said:
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down, ha ha,
Three button hand me down
I've never been a tidy dresser
And the fold in my trousers it ain't straight.
Still I know a good cloth when I see one.
That's why I'm clad in this gray flannel suit.
Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailor
And get myself a smooth outfit.
Then I remember what my father said to me.
I'll make you from the open road
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
But that suit will be around wherever you go"
Three button hand me down,
Three button hand me down
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(Bob Dylan)
There was a wicked messenger
from Eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied
the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter
He stayed behind the assembly hall,
it was there that he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
with a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning".
The leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told these last few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"
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(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
Sweet Lady Mary has to rest her poor head
Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed
I tried to help her but I did not know how
I tried to love her but it's all over now
Nothing left to comfort me
Except a sunny day
Steal away
Steal away
Over the stones along the dusty old road
With every footstep one more tale is told
With every turning one more side to see
Sweet Lady Mary's seen the last of me
A lesson is learnt
I'll never come this way again
I'll steal away
Steal away
Her Spanish habits are so hard to forget
The lady lied with every breath, I accept
Was a matter of time before my face did not fit
I knew all along I'd have to quit.
Anyway now, I better not
Waste anymore of your time
I'll steal away
Steal away
I think I'll go back home and start all again
Where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain
And on a new day when I've mended the wound
Sweet Lady Mary's gate I swear I'll be bound
But before I sit down again
And waste anymore of your time
I better steal away
Steal away
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mother don't you recognize your son
coming home, yeah yeah
getting home, 'cause I failed you, mother
I'll be there in the mornin'
if you have me back
the rent up here is much too high
for a room without a tap
a room without a tap
I'll be early in the morning
and I'll find my way back home
back home bad 'n' ruin
with my tail between my legs
tail between my legs
and I'll be so tired
I'll be so tired, now listen
I'll be early tomorrow morning
and I'll fall down off my plane
don't be embarrassed mother
by your ugly worn-out son
your ugly worn-out son
so just let me warn you
mother, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now
and I'll be down on Cannon street
passport in my hand
should you could not recognize me
I've heavily made-up eyes
momma, you won't recognize me now
brother, you won't recognize me now
hello there
sister, you won't recognize me now
mother, you won't recognize me now
so mother when you've seen me
don't forget I'm your boy too
I know my brother has done you proud
he's one foot in the grave
mother don't you recognize me now
I'm a burglar in the first degree
but it don't seem to worry me
I'll be so tired, so tired
I'll be so tired, so tired
so tired
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(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart & Ronnie Lane)
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighbourhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under the stairs
Laid my coat across the kosher chairs
Made my way across the crowded room
I had nothing to lose
My reception wasn't very keen
So turning on a friendly grin
Stood on the table with my glass of gin
And came straight to the point
(Chorus)
I was glad to come
I'll be sad to go
So while I'm here
I'll have me a real good time
(Repeat)
Dancing madly round the room, yeah
Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune
Was escorted by a friendly slag
'Round the bedroom and back
Wandered across to the door
Missed my step and I fell on the floor.
Said one word and was asked to leave
Kinda' wish I was dead.
(Chorus)
The skinny girl made it clear
That she only came here for the beer
The vicar simply reeked of gin
On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle
(Good party)
I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home
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(Ronnie Lane)
I left you on the Debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends.
You was looking for a bargain
I heard your footsteps at the front door,
And that old familiar love song,
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs.
I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself.
Theres more trouble at the depot,
With the general workers union
And you said, "They'll never change a thing.
Well, they won't fight and their not working."
Oh you was my hero
How you are my good friend
I've been there and back
And I know how far it is
But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money.
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.
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(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
Miss Judy, she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam
I was just eighteen, crude and mean
All I needed was to get my own way.
Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon
Said "Son, its all part of your job"
Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodle
That I would kick if I was given the chance
Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used
I was whipped in the barn until dawn
Last summer we was restless,
Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm
But it was all in the head 'cause out in the yard
Miss Judy had the National Guard
We was beat before we started.
Miss Judy she was moody
But she always didn't get her own way
Stage a fight, get it right
Kick her when she's down
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(Ian McLagan, Ronnie Lane)
My mum she likes you, she thinks your swell ,
Got the makin's of a dance hall girl.
Your low-cut frock and your bird's nest hair,
Stiletto heels and the way that you swear.
She says to take you back to see my folks again on Sunday
Why, it looks as though theres nobody in,
They've all gone out to see my Auntie Renee.
Don't you worry, you just come right in,
I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come home.
Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes,
Warm your toes, try the sofa.
Its getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight?
Well, I'm not takin' any chances.
Whats that noise? Why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess.
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain.
Oh, your so rude.
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(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
Too bad we were thrown downstairs;
We never got a chance to sing.
We were quite polite with one invite
To keep us off the streeet.
We mingled for a minute or two
With the high class clientele.
Then somebody said "who invited them,
that crowd of refugees. Get out!"
What an insult, to be shown the door
Before we could shake a leg.
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
leaning on the kitchen door.
Then I was ushered with my friends
by the butler who was twelve feet tall.
Well let me please explain
'Cause we're not to blame
We just don't have the right accent. No, no
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh, you know its a shame I was always getting the blame
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh, you know its a shame how we always get the blame
Sweaty girls and damp motels
is where I'm gonna stay.
'Cause now I see what it's all about,
I didn't at the old school tie.
Don't worry, we had no fun waiting
for the all night bus home.
Too bad my regional tongue
Gave us away again.
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(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
It's hard to believe that this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives.
Now so empty inside and feelin' no pain.
Waitin' for a hammer and a big ball and chain.
They can tear it all down and build something new,
Then only I'll remember what was here.
Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone
How hong will I have to keep returning?
Now I look back, think I've known all the time,
I've been fightin' myself for so long.
All the vows that we made, gone for old rags and lumber
Disappear on a cart down the road
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In the mornin' don't say you love me,
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor.
Won't need to much pursuadin'
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
Red lips, hair and fingernails,
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
Lets go up stairs and read my Tarot cards
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
So, in the mornin', please don't say you love me
'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd gonna stay with me
Sit down, get up, get out.
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(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart/Ian McLagan 1973)
Oh Cindy ain't you noticed that several of your friends have moved on
And the street outside is just a little too quiet
And your local papers (the Berkshire and Windsor annoyance)
run out of news
I'm not persuading you or disengaging you
But Cindy you and me we've got to move
Can you refuse, no time to lose
We'll hit the high road early this morning
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream can pass just as fast as lightning
And Cindy and incidentally baby ain't putting you on
Can you refuse, no time to lose
We'll hit the high raod early this morning
So don't be late, don't hesitate
This dream can pass just as fast as lightning
Oh Cindy don't you worry 'cause between us we can make it through
There ain't nothing no no nothing in the world I can do without you
So Cindy get your coat on leave the rent with the gent in the penthouse
Turn your music so loud let's attract a big crowd
We'll drink a round to this town and bid goodbye
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Thank you kindly
For thinking of me
If I'm not smiling
I'm just thinking
Glad and sorry
Happy or sad
When all is done and spoken
You're up or I'm down
Can you show me a dream
Can you show me one that's better than mine
Can you stand it in the cold light of day
Neither can I
[repeat]
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cell block five, how I hate Bromide
with your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
the corner gang never made a man of me boy
you know the walls are tall and the inmates scheme
there's no one here thatÂ’s more than seventeen
bet your life there's a riot tonight in the messhall, listen
a letter from your home town makes you sad
you read it when the wardens had a second laugh
he said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy
see the years roll on by
such a senseless waste of time
what a way to reform
call out your number, who's a nonconformer
not me baby, oh yeah
Shakey Brown didn't hang around
when a Molotow didn't do its stuff
you went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun
you know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
if he did you were hit by a downtown tram
or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator
see the years roll on by
such a senseless waste of time
what a way to reform
call out your number, who's a nonconformer
not me baby, oh yeah
when I get out, I'll get straight
if this old world gives me half a break
but, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
don't blame me, don't blame me baby, no, no
got to make a break for the county line
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Poor old Granddad, I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
he spoke of women's ways
they'll trap you when they use you
before you even know
for love is blind and you're far too kind
don't ever let it show
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was stronger
the can-can such a pretty show
will steal your heart away
but backstage back on earth again
the dressing rooms are grey
they come on strong and it ain't too long
for they make you feel a man
but love is blind and you soon will find
you're just a boy again
when you want her lips, you get her cheek
makes you wonder where you are
if you want some more then she's fast asleep
leaves you twinkling with the stars
poor young grandson there's nothing I can say
you'll have to learn, just like me
and that's the hardest way
ooh la la
ooh la la, la la, yeah
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was younger
I wish that I knew what I know now
when I was stronger
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Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shower
All I did was stand around and get too hot
Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side
Losin' all my money and I'm killin' time
Ol' Bill he come a-runnin' like he's gettin' some
Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun
I don't mind but he wants my lady too
You know the crowd gets bigger
As the word goes 'round
Pool Hall King was playin' back in town
Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back
Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack
You ought to hear the silence
When the kid walks in
His reputation's bigger than gasoline
I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too, ha ha
Pool Hall Richard
You're far too wicked we know, ha
Pool Hall Richard
Kid you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart
Same as you ... could ever do
With your yellow carnation
And your pink satin shoe
You make me jealous, but I worship you
One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean
Wipe that smile right off your chin
Everybody gonna drive from miles around
Cuein' up to see me take away your crown
Then you'll never never ever take my lady then
Get out
Pool Hall Richard
You're far too wicked we know, ha
Pool Hall Richard
Kid you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart
Same as you ... could ever do
Dig this
Bam goes the brown, that's another one down
Know they play much better when the sun goes down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean
Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue
The Pool Hall King is hustlin' you
Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all
This kid can play, oh yeah
Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down
Know they play much better when the sun goes down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
Damn the pink, one more to sink
Gonna beat you someday
'Cause you're makin' me sick
Down on the black, at the back of the pack
Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot
Pool Hall Richard
Kid you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart
Same as you ... could ever do
You're breakin' my heart
But you're stealin' my tart, no no no
Shut up
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Hey baby, I wanna say somethin' to ya', listen
Sometimes when I get out of my head
And I say all the wrong things
Sometimes I know I stay out late at night
And I get back fighting, hey babe
Somehow all my plans
Keep slippin' through my hands
And I end up crying, but listen
I can be a millionaire
Honey when you're standing there
You're so exciting
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing, and I love it
Sometimes I wanna get up so early
And get away from here girl
Summer's gone, and before long
North winds blow, that bring the snow
I'll keep us warm girl
My schemes it seems, are merely dreams
Fading with each morning, hey babe
But this old heart of mine
Is far too proud not to keep on tryin'
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing, yeah baby
Ah yeah
So little bird don't fly away
Want you here every day
Don't ever leave me
I'd rather lose both my eyes
Than never see your smiling face again girl
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing
You can make me dance, you can make me sing,
You can make me do just any old thing
Hey babe
Keep on loving me babe, yeah
Keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving me babe
Just keep on loving, ooh babe
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling, darling, darling, darling
Ha ha
Woww, alright
Hey baby
Oh darling
Keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
Just keep on loving me darling
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