Альбом Humble Pie

Find it hard to see you in the dark
I looked around, you were beside me
Don't you realize it's hard to dream
Without your helping hard to guide me
This could be the one, if you will be my sun.

(Shine on)
'Cause I need someone around me when I'm down
(Shine on)
(Shine on)
Shine on me, shine on you, let it shine on
(Shine on).

Look about and tell me what you see
Noise and dirt and plastic people
'Cause love is clean and ours has been
A bluer shade of jade there than that's provided
Take me on a ride girl
Right there by my side, Lord.

(Shine on)
Shine on me, shine on you, let it shine on
(Shine on)
(Shine on)
All I have to do is let it shine on
(Shine on).

(Shine on)
Shine on me, shine on you, let it shine on
(Shine on)
(Shine on)
All I have to do is let it shine on
(Shine on)
Shine, shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on, shine on you
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on me, shine on you, let it shine on ..

Well Shakey Jake is 103, still strong as Hickory
Swigs of mountain dew was his release
I know his only fear was country vulgar cold and clear
Throughout the day he'd booze and keep the peace.

He knows the best way to success
Is a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskey
Someway, however you can, it's all right by me
Well I'd stake my claim but my mule got lame
How lucky can a poor boy be.

Don't you know that some bum stole my finger pet ?
Don't ask me how he gets in this fix
But I'd sure like to play some licksy game
'Cause I earn my pay and park it all on me
There's my brown dog barking, there's my landlord humming.

Oh yeah, someway, whatever you name, it's all right by me
Well I'd cut my corn but my leg got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be.

Well someway, whatever you name, it's all right by me
Well I'd cut my corn
How lucky can a poor boy be, yes.

Well this yellow haired snake sits snug as a bug
Got more angle than a toby jug
Star lock hair pins, honey has faults
Shows her legs when opportunity knocks.

Underneath her red sweater
She's a big-deal go-getter
There'll be some dramas inside your pajamas tonight, oh yeah.

Yes there's red eyed Ruby with her built up hips
She's got nut crushing boobs and jam tart lips
Says her angle is connections downtown L. A.
When you know she's just a hustler from the boys' brigade.

Well she's the same old number
She just looks like your mother
There be salutations on you humble frillations tonight, oh yes right.

She's young, she's wealthy, she's far from healthy
She does it up in Beverly Hills
She wears a foam back bra, she drives her daddy's car
Has appeal to bend your will.

Oh, nymphomanic nimrod ......... thigh-high boots
Beat the hungry minions she planned ....................
Keep on trucking, think of all the fun you had
You know there's such a lot of good ways to be bad.

Ooh stone cold fever, yeah so hard to see
I've got trouble in my backbone since that lonesome day.

Ooh yeah ..

Tried too hard, I heard you speak
Something's wrong, only me
I've been washed, as long as my hair
What do I do if it ain't dream nightmare ?

Yerr!
Yerr! One, Two, Yerr! One, Two

Yeah I wish I was a-rambling
I'd ramble as far as you could see
I wouldn't have none of you coffee shop women
Messing with me
No way will you get to me
'Cause I'm, I'm a rolling stone
I wanna tell you I'm a, yeah, I'm a rolling, oh.

Still I will, I was a captain
I'd sail on the sea, ah yes
I'll have all you merry seamen
You're all right with me, yeah yeah
All right with me
You know I'm a, you know I'm a, I'm, I'm a rolling stone.

She's my baby, she's your baby, she's my baby
She's so fine
She's my baby, she's your baby, she's my baby
She's so fine
Oh like a stone coming through
I ain't going nowhere, ah yeah.

............................

Where you goin' now, flower?
Scarf around your head
Walking in the morning mist
While I lay still in bed

When I woke up this morning
The sky was old and grey
I'm wonderin' how you think of me
When I'm so far away

There's icy fingers in the air
I feel them on my cheeks
It amazes me that I'm still here and you're still there
'Cause I ain't been home in weeks

Ain't been home in weeks (Ooh)
Ain't been home in weeks (Find my way home)
Ain't been home in weeks (Ooh, hey)
Ain't been home in weeks

Oh yeah (Come 'ere)
Ooh-ooh (Singin')
Oh yeah
Ooh-ooh

Well, my head needs air conditionin'
My eyes are plain and pearled
Today, it's Albuquerque, tomorrow
It's the world

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