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1967 |
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2. | Stand Back Baby |
3. | My Time After Awhile |
4. | Snowy Wood |
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6. | Tears In My Eyes |
7. | Driving Sideways |
8. | The Death Of J.B. Lenoir |
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10. | Streamline |
11. | Me And My Woman |
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1. | Curly |
2. | Rubber Duck |
3. | Greeny |
4. | Missing You |
5. | Please Don't Tell |
6. | Your Funeral, My Trial |
7. | Double Trouble |
8. | It Hurts Me Too |
9. | Suspicions (Part One) |
10. | Suspicions (Part Two) |
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Williams
Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none
She's a pretty woman right down to the bone
So you just might as well still leave your skin alone
Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do
Oh pretty woman what you trying to do
You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you
So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne
Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone
Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do
Oh pretty woman that's all right for you
Now you just go on doing what you want to do
But someday when you thing you've got it made
You get in water deep enough so you can't wade
Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do
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Kirkland
It could have been a million years ago or maybe yesterday
I crawled out of this wilderness, a debt I had to pay
I must have tipped the scales somewhere way back
Never saw the seeds I'd sewn
So now I travel backwards looking for a man of stone
A foggy night, a neon light... I've seen him standing there
Movin' where the shadows creep––no he never did play fair
And one night I almost got him, but I knew you'd tapped my phone
And communication is dangerous, lookin' for a man of stone
With Juan in Argentina I thought I saw him in the street
In a seaplane over Hydra he sat in the captain's seat
And I've chased him from the Colosseum down the Spanish steps in Rome
And history just gets hazy lookin' for a man of stone
In the mornin' out your I saw him leanin' on a tree
Wearin' a snappy suit of grey and then he motioned to me
He pointed with his finger, as if to say my soul he owned
But I had sold that long ago to you lookin' for a man of stone
Now I sit in this burnt out barn they call The Raven's Nest
Drinkin' bloody monkeys7, your name tattooed on my chest
Sometimes I think of Juan or you––or sometimes I think of hime
And sometimes I don't think of anything but lookin' for (that's right) a man of stone
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I can't quit you babe
So I'm gonna put you down for a while.
I said now, I can't quit you babe, so
I guess I got to put you down for a little while.
I said you messed up my happy home,
Made me mistreat my only child.
Yes you did, baby. Oh!
Said you know I love you, babe,
My love for you I could never hide.
You know I love you, babe,
My love for you I could never hide.
When I feel you near me little girl,
I know you are my one desire, yeah.
Woaa-a-a-a-h!
When you hear me moaning and groaning, babe,
You know it hurts me deep down inside.
When you hear me moaning and groaning, babe,
You know it hurts me deep down inside.
Oh! When you hear me holler, babe,
You know you're my one desire, yeah.
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Williamson
Checkin' up on my baby
Find out what she's puttin' down
Checkin' up on my baby
Find out what she's puttin' down
So many nights and days, I've been out of town
And I won't call home, and I wouldn't even write
And I wouldn't call home, and I wouldn't even write
But I caught me a plane, I flew back the same night
...yeah
Oh I won't call home, and I wouldn't even write
Yeah I won't call home, I couldn't even write
Though I caught me a plane, got back the same night
...I tell you what I wanna do
Checkin' up on my baby
Find out what she puttin' down
Checkin' up on my baby
Find out what she's puttin' down
Ahh so many days and nights, I did put myself out of this town
...I'm gonna say
Checkin', checkin' up on my honey
Find out what she puttin' down
Checkin' up on my baby
Find out what she's puttin' down
Yeah I know she's been foolin'
Talkin' all over town
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