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Stevie Ray Vaughan




Альбом Stevie Ray Vaughan


Couldn't Stand The Weather (1984)
1984
1.
Scuttle Buttin'
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6.
7.
8.
Stang's Swang
9.
SRV Speaks (Interview)
10.
Hide Away
11.
12.
13.
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Scuttle Buttin'

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Runnin' through this business of life
Raisin' sand if I'm needed to.
Ain't so funny when things ain't feelin' right.
Then daddy's hand helps to see me through.
Sweet as sugar, love won't wash away.
Rain or shine, it's always here to stay.
All these years you and I've spent together.
All this, we just couldn't stand the weather.

Like a train that stops at every station,
We all deal with trials and tribulations.
Fear hangs the fellow that ties up his years.
Entangled in yellow and cries all his tears.
Changes come before we can grow.
Learn to see them before we're too old.
Don't just take me for tryin' to be heavy.
Understand, it's time to get ready for the storm.

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The things that I used to do....Lord, I won't do no more
The things that I used to do....Lord, I won't do no more
I used to sit and hold your hand darlin'....and cry, oh babe do not go

I used to search all night for you darlin'
Lord, and my search would always end in vain
I used to search all night for you darlin'
Lord, and my search would always end in vain
But I knew all the time darlin'....That you was hid out wit' your other man

I'm goin' to send you back to your mama darlin'
Lord, and I'm goin' back to my family too
I'm goin' to send you back to your mama darlin'
Lord, and I'm goin' back to my family too
Nothin' I can do to please ya' darlin'....I just can't get along with you

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Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand
Pick up all the pieces, make an island, might even raise a little sand

'Cause I'm a voodoo chile, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you one of these days
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you the rest of my days

I won't see you again in this world, see you in the next one
Don't be late, don't be late

'Cause I'm a voodoo chile yeah, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile

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Once was a sweet thang baby, held our love in our hands
Now I reach to kiss your lips, the touch don't mean a thing
And that's a cold shot baby, yeah that's a drag.
A cold shot baby, I let our love go bad

Remember the way that you loved me, do anything I say
Now I see you out somewhere, you won't give me the time of day
And that's a cold shot darlin', yeah that's a drag
That's a cold shot baby, we let our love go bad

I really meant I was sorry, for ever causin' you pain
You showed your appreciation, by walkin' out anyway
And that's a cold shot baby, yeah that's a drag
That's a cold shot baby, we let our love go bad

Don't let our true love run cold baby

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Went down to Tin Pan Alley
To see what was goin' on
Things was too hot down there
Couldn't stay very long
Hey hey hey hey,
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there
Livin' for their whisky, wine, and gin

I heard a woman scream
Yeah and I peeped through the door
Some cat was workin' on Annie with a
Lord with a two-by-four
Hey hey hey hey,
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there
Livin' for their whisky, wine, and gin

I heard a pistol shoot
Yeah and it was a .44
Somebody killed a crap shooter
Cause he didn't shake, rattle, and roll
Hey hey hey hey,
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there
Killin' for their whisky, wine, and gin

I saw a cop standing
With his hand on his gun
He said, this is a raid boy
Nobody run
Hey hey hey hey,
Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
Yeah they took me away from Alley
Lord they took me right back to the pen

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Like a queen bee's honey....Your as sweet as can be
I'm the king baby....Buzz with me
Dive in your hive....And into your life
Tell me little baby that you'll buzz me all the time

'Cause the way we kiss....Just can't miss
Don't make me wait to feel your warm embrace
Each and every time that we get the chance
Come on little baby let's make some romance

Yeah you really groove me baby when you move your hips
Shake it all around and change me pound for pound
I want you all the time just because
You know you really have give me a buzz

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Stang's Swang

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SRV Speaks (Interview)

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Hide Away

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey mama, look at little sister
Out in the back yard, playing like this
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, look at litle sister
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at little sister

What about the neighbors, what they gonna say
Stop little sister, gettin' carried away
Hey, hey, hey, look at little sister
Hey, hey,hey,hey, look at little sister

Shakin' like a tree, rollin' like a log
Shakin' and 'a rollin' now, that ain't all
Hey, hey, hey, look at little sister
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at little sister

Shakin' like a tree, rollin' like a log
Shakin' and 'a rollin' now, that ain't all
Hey, hey, hey, look at little sister
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at little sister

What about the neighbors, what they gonna say
Stop little sister, gettin' carried away
Hey, hey, hey, look at little sister
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at little sister

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Give me back my wig, honey let your head go bald
Give me back my wig, honey let your head go bald
You really had no business, honey buyin' no wig at all

Give me back that wig, honey let your head go bald
Give me back that wig, honey let your head go bald
You really had no business, honey buyin' no wig at all

Give me back that wig, honey let your head go bald
Give me back that wig, honey let your head go bald
You really had no business, honey buyin' no wig at all

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People talkin' but they just don't know
What's in my heart and why I love you so
I love you baby like a miner loves gold
Come on baby, let the good times roll

Let the good times roll, come on it soothes my soul
Oh, let the good times roll, come on, come on, come on

A lot of people live in make-believe
They keep a lot of dirt up their sleeve
My love, baby ain't the kind to fold
Come one baby, let the good times roll

Let the good times roll, come on and let it roll
Ah yeah, let it roll, come on, let it roll

Our lovin's nice if it's understood
It's even nicer when you feel so good
You got me flippin' like a flag on a pole
Come on sugar, let the good times roll

Oh, let the good times roll, come on let it roll, come on, come on
Come on, come on, let it roll

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