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1. | Ladies and Gentleman... (June 30, 1981) |
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6. | I'm in Love (December 7, 1982) |
7. | I'm a Man (September 21, 2006) |
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11. | I Just Want to Make Love to You (March 17, 1995) |
12. | Drivin' Down to Georgia (November 4, 1993) |
13. | Lost Without You (November 4, 1993) |
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1. | Diddy Wah Diddy (February 1, 1997) |
2. | I Want You Back Again (February 7, 1997) |
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4. | Friend of the Devil (February 3, 1997) |
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10. | Mystic Eyes (October 27, 2006) |
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3. | Green Onions (February 6, 1997) |
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5. | Melinda (August 26, 2003) |
6. | Goldfinger (January 31, 1997) |
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10. | Any Way You Want It (June 11, 1983) |
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2. | Oh Well (June 16, 2006) |
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8. | Have Love Will Travel (July 5, 2002) |
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11. | Good, Good Lovin' (June 30, 1981) |
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(Chorus)
I'm the nightwatchman
I make the rounds
I'm the nightwatchman
I gotta keep my nose to the ground
Honey this ain't no job for a man like me
I got potential, I could be just what you need
You got to think about the pros and cons
You could be right, you could be wrong
(Chorus)
I'm the nightwatchman
I am security
I'm the nightwatchman
How safe do you wanna be?
I sit around at night and listen to the radio
If I get real bored I might have a little smoke
Yeah I got a permit to wear this .38
But listen my life's worth more than the minimum wage
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1981 Gone Gator Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Well it was nearly summer, we sat on your roof
Yeah we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon
And I showed you stars you never could see
Babe, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me
Baby time meant nothin' anything seemed real
Yeah you could kiss like fire and you made me feel
Like every word you said was meant to be
Babe, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me
(Chorus)
Baby even the losers
Get lucky sometimes
Even the losers
Keep a little bit of pride
They get lucky sometimes
(Bridge)
Two cars parked on the overpass
Rocks hit the water like broken glass
Should have known right then it was too good to last
It's such a drag when you live in the past
(Chorus)
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Copyright (c) 1979 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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You know, sometimes, I don't know why,
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me,
I can, somehow, rise above it
Yeah man, when I got that little girl standing right by my side,
You know, I can tell the whole wide world, and shout it,
(Chorus)
Hey, here comes my girl, here comes my girl,
Yeah, she looks so right, she's all I need tonight
Every now and then, I get down to the end of a day,
I'll have to stop, ask myself, "What've I done?"
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard,
And nothin' ever really seem to come from it
And then she looks me in the eye, says, "We gonna last forever,"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it
(Chorus)
Yeah, everytime it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more,
I find myself havin' to reach out and grab hold of somethin'
Yeah, I just catch myself wanderin', waitin', worryin'
About some silly little things that don't add up to nothin'
And then she looks me in the eye, says, "We gonna last forever,"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1979 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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I'm not much on mystery
Yeah you gotta be careful what you dream
I thought this might pass with time
Yeah I thought I was satisfied
(Chorus)
But oh baby let me tell you, I got a thing about you
Baby let me tell you, I got a thing about you
It don't matter what you say
It don't matter what you do
I, I, I, got a thing about you
Somewhere deep in the middle of the night
Lovers hold each other tight
Whisper in their anxious ears
Words of love that disappear
(Chorus)
Baby you hold some strange control over me
Yeah it's so wild it hypnotizes me
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1981 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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There was a little girl, I used to know her
I still think about her, time to time
There was a moment when I really loved her
Then one day the feeling just died
(Chorus)
We went staight into darkness
Out over the line
Yeah staight into darkness
Staight into night
I remember flying out to London
I remember the feeling at the time
Out the window of the 747
Man there was nothin', only black sky
(Chorus)
Oh give it up to me I need it
Girl, I know a good thing when I see it
Baby wrong or right I mean it
I don't believe the thrill is all gone
Real love is a man's salvation
The week ones fall the strong carry on
Straight into darkness
Out over the line
Yeah staight into darkness
Staight into night
Copyright (c) 1982 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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It's all right if you love me
It's all right if you don't
I'm not afraid of you running away
Honey, I've got the feeling you won't
There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We said all there is to say
Baby Breakdown
Go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown honey take me through the night
Breakdown now I standin' here can't you see
Breakdown, it's all right
It's all right
It's all right
Breakdown
Go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown honey take me through the night
Breakdown now I standin' here can't you see
Breakdown, it's all right
It's all right
It's all right
Copyright (c) 1976 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Call out the instigator,
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here
And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Run through the fields and houses,
Because there's somthing in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here
And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Call out the instigator,
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here
And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Copyright (c) 1969 Fabulous Music. All Rights Reserved.
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I Just Want to Make Love to You |
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We got somethin', we both know it, we don't talk too much about it
Ain't no real big secret, all the same, somehow we get around it
Listen, it don't really matter to me baby
You believe what you want to believe, you see
You don't have to live like a refugee
(Don't have to live like a refugee)
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some
Tell me why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon
Horny, it don't make no difference to me baby
Everybody has to fight to be free, you see
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You don't have to live like a refugee
(Don't have to live like a refugee)
No baby you don't have to live like a refugee
(Dont have to live like a refugee)
Baby we ain't the first
I'm sure a lot of other lovers been burned
Right now it seems real to you, but it's
One of those things you gotta feel to be true
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some
Who knows maybe you were kidnapped tied up,
Taken away and held for ransom
Horny, it don't make no difference to me baby
Baby, everybody has to fight to be free, you see
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1979 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free
Copyright (c) 1994 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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She laughed in my face, told me goodbye
Said "Don't think about it, you can go crazy
Anything can happen, anything can end
Don't try to fight it, don't try to save me"
(Chorus)
She's a woman in love
And he's gonna break her heart to pieces
She don't wanna see
She's a woman in love, but it's not me
Well alright, do what you want
Don't try to talk, don't say nothing
She used to be the kind of woman
You have and you hold, she could understand the problem
She let the little things go
(Chorus)
She's a woman in love
And he's gonna break her heart to pieces
But she don't wanna know
She's a woman in love, she can't let go
Time after time, night after night
She would look up at me
And say she was lonely
I don't understand the world today
I don't understand what she needed
I gave her everything she threw it all away on nothin'
She's a woman in love
Copyright (c) 1981 Gone Gator Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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It's good to be king, if just for a while
To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile
It's good to get high, and never come down
It's good to be king of your own little town
Yeah, the world would swing if I were king
Can I help it if I still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings
You're out there with winners, yeah, it's good to be king
Yeah I'll be king when dogs get wings
Can I help it if I still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own world
It helps to make friends, it's good to meet girls
A sweet little queen who can't run away
It's good to be king, whatever it pays
Excuse me if I have some place in my mind
Where I go time to time
Copyright (c) 1994 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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I dreamed you
I saw your face
Caught my lifeline
When drifting through space
I saw an angel
I saw my faith
I can only thank God it was not too late
Over mountains
I floated away
'Cross an ocean
I dreamed her name
I followed an angel
Down through the gates
I can only thank God it was not too late
Sing a little song
Loneliness
Sing one to make me smile
Another round for everyone
I'm here for a little while
Now I'm walking
This street on my own
But she's with me
Everywhere I go
Yeah, I found an angel
I found my place
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late
Copyright (c) 1996 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Well I started out down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down as I crossed the hill
And the town lit up, the world got still
(Chorus)
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing
Well the good ol' days may not return
And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn
(Chorus)
Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I've started out for God knows where
I guess I'll know when I get there
I'm learning to fly, around the clouds
But what goes up must come down
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1991 Gone Gator Music and EMI-April Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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She grew up in a Indiana town,
Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right,
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night
Then she moved down here at the age of eighteen,
She blew the boys away; was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin',
She said, "I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin'"
...on, keep movin' on
(Chorus)
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again
Well I don't know but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town,
Oh my, my, oh hell yes,
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long
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There's pidgeons down in Market Square,
She's standing in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room,
Nightfall will be coming soon
Oh my, my, oh hell yes,
You've got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone
I hit the last number, I walked to the road
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1993 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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You got me in a corner
You got me against the wall
I got nowhere to go
I got nowhere to fall
Take back your insurance
Baby nothin's guaranteed
Take back your acid rain
Let your T.V. bleed
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You're jammin' me, you're jammin' me,
Quit jammin' me
Baby you can keep me painted in a corner
You can walk away, but it's not over
Take back your angry slander
Take back your pension plan
Take bakc your ups and downs of your life
In raisin-land
Take back Vanessa Redgrave
Take back Joe Piscopo
Take back Eddie Murphy
Give 'em all some place to go
(Chorus)
Take back your iranian torture
And the apple in young Steve's eye
Yeah take back your losing streak
Check your front wheel drive
Take back Pasadena
Take back El Salvador
Take back that country club
They're tryin' to build outside my door
Copyright (c) 1986 Gone Gator Music, Special Rider Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Well the moon sank, as the wind blew.
And the street lights slowly died.
Yeah, they call you the wild one, said stay 'way from her.
Said she couldn't love no one if she tried.
But then somethin' I saw in your eyes
Told me right away that you were gonna hafta be mine.
Well and the strangest feelin' came over me, down inside.
No matter what it takes I'll never get over, how good it felt,
When you finally held me, I'll never regret.
Those few hours, will grow in my head,
Forever.
Well it's too bad, but I want you,
To know I understand.
Yeah it's been a long time, but I don't mind,
Yeah it's alright, I understand.
Because somethin' I saw in your eyes,
Told me right away that you were gonna hafta be mine.
Well the strangest feelin' came over me, down inside.
I new I'd never get over, how good it felt,
When you finally kissed me, I'll never regret.
Those few hours will grow in my head,
Forever.
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Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those China toys
And I know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge
South Carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on Lonely Street
And I still can't quite remember who helped me to my feet
Thank God for a love that followed the angel's remedy
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge
Well I never will get over this English refugee
Singing to the jukebox in some all-night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisian rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge
Copyright (c) 1979 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Don’t go crazy now
Take it easy
I just can’t hold out forever
Don’t you lie to me?
You said me you love
Don’t say you dont remember
Cause you told me
Yeah you did
And I'm not gonna let you forget
Well I'm down on my knees
And I'm begging again
You tell me why you have to pretend
I know you want me, why don’t you give in?
Surrender
Don’t let me down
I just can’t hang around
Feeling this way forever
On your balcony
You said you love me
Don’t say you don’t remember
Cause you told me
Yeah you did
And I'm not gonna let you forget
Well I'm down on my knees
And I'm begging again
You tell me why you have to pretend
I don't like it when you looking at him
Surrender
Surrender to me
Baby surrender, surrender
Surrender
Surrender to me
Baby surrender, surrender
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"Goin' down to Lillian's Music Store
To buy a black diamond string
Gonna wind it up on my guitar
Gonna make that silver sing
Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a Blue Jay in my brain
Flappin' his wings
Making me sing
It was just about to rain
Like it was Dreamville
Where I was born
Light-years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville
Like it was Dreamville
Where I was born
Light-years from here
And the trees were green
In Dreamville
Ridin' with my momma
To Glen Springs Pool
Water was cold
My lips were blue
There was rock and roll
Across the dial
When I think of her
It makes me smile
Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
In Dreamville
It was in Dreamville
A long time ago
Light-years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville"
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Oh, we got another one, just like the other ones
Another bad ass, another troublemaker
I'm scared, ain't you boys scared?
I wonder if he's gonna show us what bad is?
Boys, we gotta man with a dog collar on
You think we oughta' trow ol' Spike a bone?
Hey Spike what do you like?
Hey Spike what do you like?
Here's another misfit, another Jimmy Dean
Bet be's got a motorbike,
What'a y'all think?
Bet if we good we'll get a ride on it
If be ain't too mad about the future
Matbe we oughta help him see
The future ain't what it used to be
Hey Spike, you're scarin' my wife
Hey Spike what do you like
Please Spike, tell us 'bout life
Copyright (c) 1984, 1985 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin'
That there was a little more to life somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
Well it was kind of cold that night,
She stood alone on her balcony
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by,
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment
There he crept back in her memory
God it's so painful when something that's so close
Is still so far out of reach
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
Copyright (c) 1976 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'
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Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
runnin' down a dream
I felt so good like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was un-stoppable
it was always cold, no sunshine
(Chorus)
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waitin' down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1989 Gone Gator Music, EMI-April Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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There's a southern accent, where I come from
The young 'uns call it country, the yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talking, but everything gets done
With a southern accent, where I come from
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta, is just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando, if them orange groves don't freeze
Got my own way of working, but everything is run
With a southern accent, where I come from
For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it was all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me
There's a dream I keep having, where my momma comes to me
And kneels down over by the window, and says a prayer for me
Got my own way of praying, but everything one's begun
With a southern accent, where I come from
Got my own way of living, but everything is done
With a southern accent, where I come from
Copyright (c) 1984 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
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I keep crawling back to you
I keep crawling back to you
The ranger came with burning eyes
The chambermaid awoke surprised
thought she'd seen the last of him
She shook her head and let him in
Hey baby, there's something in your eyes
Tryin' to say to me
That I'm gonna be alright if I believe in you
It's all I want to do
It was me and my sidekick
He was drunk and I was sick
We were caught up in a barroom fight
Till an Indian shot out the lights
I'm so tired of being tired
Sure as night will follow day
Most things I worry about
Never happen anyway
(Chorus)
Copyright (c) 1994 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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They came this mornin' with a dog on a chain
They came and took my little brother away
His generation never even got a name
My momma was a rocker way back in '53
Buys them old records that they sell on T.V.
I know Chuck Berry wasn't singin' that to me
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Mama,
That's all right, it's your world
Hey, this is my life
She's my girl
My life / your world
I watch that fortune wheel
But never get to spin it
You made me promises, I don't think you meant it
If there's some sunshine baby
I'm gonna get out in it, oh yeah
(Chous)
I tried to leave, but the traffic had been stopped
The beach was burnin', and someone was
Throwin' rocks
They said an airplane had
Fallen in my block
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Well I won't back down, no I
Won't back down you can
Stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down
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Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
Well I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around
But I'll stand my ground and I won't back down
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
No, I won't back down
Copyright (c) 1989 Gone Gator Music and EMI-April Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Had to find some higher ground
Had some fear to get around
You can't say what you don't know
Later I won't work no more
Last time though I hid my tracks
Saw while I could not get back
Yeah my way was hard to find
Can't sell yourself for piece of mind
Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here
Tried so hard to stand alone
Struggled to see past my nose
Always had more dogs than bones
I could never wear those clothes
It's a dark victory
You won and you also lost
Told her she was satisfied
But it never came across
Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here
Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long time... to get back here
Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me, my dear
It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears
and took a long time... to get back here
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She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus, and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It's a long day livin' in Reseda
There's a free-way runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart
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And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
All the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
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I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I wanna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for awhile
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Copyright (c) 1989 Gone Gator Music and EMI-April Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Oh baby don't it feel like heaven right now
Don't it feel like something from a dream
Yeah I've never known nothing quite like this
Don't it feel like tonight might never be again
We know better than to try and pretend
Baby no one could'a ever told me 'bout this
I said yeah yeah
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The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
Well yeah i might have chased a couple women around
All it ever got me was down
Then there were those that made me feel good
But never as good as I'm feeling right now
Baby you're the only one that's ever known how
To make me wanna live like I wanna live now
I said yeah yeah
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The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you get one more yard
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
Oh don't let it kill you baby, don't let it get to you
Don't let it kill you baby, don't let it get to you
I'll be your bleedin' heart, I'll be your cryin' fool
Don't let this go too far
Don't let it get to you
Copyright (c) 1981 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Sometimes I wanna leave you
Sometimes I wanna go
Right back where I came from
Back where I belong
But it never lasts for too long
Always goes away
Well I still don't look for reasons
That's much too hard these days
Why worry about the rain?
Why worry about the problem?
Honey Century City's got everything covered
Well your mama gave you lovin'
Mama held you near
Baby mama can't do nothin'
Honey mama just ain't here
And you can pretend all you want to
But that won't work no more
No you can't run back to daddy
Yeah you tried that once before
Why worry about your father?
Why worry about your mother?
Honey Century City's got everything covered
We're gonna live in Century City
Go ahead and give in, Century City
Like modern men, modern girls
We're gonna live in the modern world
We're gonna live in Century City
Go ahead and give in, Century City
Like modern men, modern girls
We're gonna live in the modern world
Sometimes I get discouraged
Sometimes I feel so down
Sometimes I get so worried
But I don't know what about
But it works out in the long run
Always goes away
And I've come now to accept it
It's a reoccurring phase
Don't worry about the rain
Don't worry about the problem
Honey Century City's got everything covered
We're gonna live in Century City
We're gonna live in Century City
We're gonna live in Century City
We're gonna live in Century City
Copyright (c) 1979 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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Goodnight baby, sleep tight my love
May God watch over you from above
Tomorrow I'm workin' what would I do
I'd be lost and lonely if not for you
So close your eyes
We're alright for now
I've spent my life travelin'
I've spent my life free
I could not repay all you've done for me
So sleep tight baby
Unfurrow your brow
And know I love you
We're alright for now
We're alright for now
Copyright (c) 1989 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
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