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2. | It's A Hang Up Baby |
3. | Dream Baby (How Long Must I Dream) |
4. | Just Dropped In |
5. | Wedding Bells |
6. | He Took It Like A Man |
7. | Hey Baby |
8. | Treat Her Right |
9. | Holdin' On |
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11. | I Betcha Gonna Like It |
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Without a warnin' you broke my heart you took it darlin' and you tore it apart
You left me standin' in the dark cryin' you said your love for me was dyin'
I'm begging you baby baby please I'm begging you baby baby please
Turn on your lights let it shine on me turn on your love light let it shine on me
Let it shine shine let it shine
I get lonely in the middle of the night
And I need you darlin' to make things alright
Come on baby come on please come on baby baby please
Turn on your lights let it shine on me turn on your love light let it shine on me
A little bit higher little bit higher just a little bit higher a little bit higher
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Come on baby baby please turn on your lights and let it shine on Jerry Lee wooo
Come on baby I'm feeling alright turn on your lights mama and I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright
I'm glad I've got you back baby
Oh I'm feeling alright in the middle of the night
Well I'm glad baby one I'm packed baby two I'm packed baby two I'm packed baby
I'm packed baby woooo I'm stand up I'm feeling alright
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Well I ain't no double o seven I ain't no double o soul
I'm not the coolest cat around my love needs a Mohair Sam
I'm not the son of the seventh son but I'm a next thing to a son-of-a-gun
They call me shotgun, honey I'm the shotgun man
I may not be an engineer baby but I know how to run your train
I'm no firefighter either but I know how to put out your flame
I'm a man that likes to have fun oh I'm the next thing to a son-of-a-gun
Shotgun honey I'm the shotgun man whoa play it boy
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I can't howl like the howlin' wolf man can't talk that talk like old John R do
I'm the jack of all trades but I bet you now baby I'm a son-of-a-gun
Shotgun, oh they call me a shotgun man let's go now
I ain't afraid I'm not a livin' man up against any of-a them I stand
I know when to fight and I know when to run
Cause I'm a next thing to a son-of -a-gun
They call me shotgun, hey I'm a shotgun man
Alright let's rock it a little now
Shotgun I'm a shotgun man whoa oh I'm a shotgun I'm a shotgun man
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