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(James Harris III, Terry Lewis)
Driving down
From the Highland Line
We'd done some gigs
On the Clyde of the Tyne
They flew us in
From a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf
Still on our lips
And on the bus
There's a friend of mine
We go way back
To the scene of the crime
Sit up front
And share a cigarette
And try to remember
What we tried to forget
He said, "do you remember"
He said, "do you recall"
I said, "Yeah I remember
Oh I remember it all"
*Everytime the cold wind blows
Everytime I hear the sound
Late night trains
Shuntin' down by the river
I remember Windy Town
We've come so far
And we moved so fast
Makin' haste
See it all grow past
Round the world
And around again
Up and down
On that gravy train
** Everytime the cold wind blows
Everytime I hear the sound
East coast crosswinds
On the cold wet stone
I remember Windy Town
I've seen it all before
The freezing corners
And the empty streets
The burning passion
And the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows
Underneath the overlights
Nocard for kissin'
And nowhere to go
'Cept inside each other
And I love you so
I held your face
As you shivered in the rain
Girl, I'll love you again
Oh everytime, yeah everytime
(*Repeat)
(** Repeat)
There it goes, there it goes
Windy Town
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(Paul Buchanan)
Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
It's all right, can't you see
The downtown lights
In love we're all the same
We're walking down an empty street
And with nobody callin' your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights
*How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know it's true
Can't you see
Nobody loves you this way
It's all right
Tonight and every night
Let's go walking down the city streets
Let's walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right, the endless sight
The downtown lights
It will be all right
It will be all right
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(*Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Downtown lights
The neons and the cigarettes
The rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimneytops, trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
Colored shoes, the empty trains
I'm tired of cryin' on the stairs
Downtown lights
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
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(Tom Petty)
Well I've Seen her
Down the alley
And over the hill
To steel her away
She was as hot as
Georgia asphalt
When the aircraft came
To adore her brain
So leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
You should've seen her
Back in the city
Poetry and jewels
Broke all the rules
She was as high as
A Georgia palm tree
*So Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
Some sunny day
When the h... of times have
Gone farewell
You'll understand
Why it was so hard
To run away
To run away
She's a loser
She's a forgiver
She still finds good
When no one could
You want her
More than money
Cadillac can rust
Diamond and dust
(*Repeat)
Ah, yeah
Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,...
La, la, la, leave her alone
Oh, Virginia
Oh, Virginia
Leave her alone
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(Bob Dylan)
Well the pressure's down,
the boss ain't here
he's gone North for a while
They said that vanity
Got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat that you're wearing
And that smile so hard to resist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me Sweet Daddy, when I was a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
To deal in this game, you must make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know a woman like you should be at home
It's where you truly belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never never do you no wrong
Just how much abuse you can take? - Well,
There's no way to tell by that first lonely kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know you could make a name of yourself
You can hear those tyres squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Whoever crawled across cut glass to make a deal ...
You know the news of you has come down the line
Even before you came in the door
They say in your father's house there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fire-proof floor
Snap out of it Baby, people are jealous of you
They smile in your face, but behind your back they hiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Got to be an important person to come in here honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harm when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed ...
They say patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel claime
Steal a little, and they'll throw you in jail
Steal a lot, and they'll make you a king
There's only one step down from here Baby
It's the land of the permanent bliss -
So what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
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(Marc Jordan/John Capek)
Down below on Baker Street
Lay your head back
On this field of dreams
And close your eyes
There's a few that find love
On Sundays down by the sea
And they wash clean like angels
High above the waves so free
I have no words to say to you
I have no dream to take you to
I have no ring for you to kiss
Baby, all I have is this
Pray for grace
Keep the faith
Walk on down the road
Wait for me, look for love
Are you fearless, reckless
Homeless and all alone
Can you make love, heal things
Make my heart go wild again
*I have no words to say to you
I have no dream to take you to
I have no ring for you to kiss
Baby, all I have is this
I have no way to hold you now
I have no time to show you how
I have no gold, nothing to risk
Baby, all I have is this
And she says
It doesn't matter anymore
There's a few that find love
On Sundays down by the sea
And they wash clean
Like angels' wings
High above the waves so free
(*Repeat)
All I have is on my sleeve
All I want is your sweet love, baby
All I saw was open space
Walk down the road
Fearless, fearless
All I have is this
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(Rod Stewart/Jeff Golub/Kevin Savigar/Carmine Rojas)
Lady Luck
Here I am on time
Proppin' up the bar
with a glass of wine
Friday night
and I'm all spruced up and fine
I ain't goin' nowhere
Lady Luck
Why don't you pull up a chair
And bring your shine right wisdom
Darlin' over here
Your Gaelic humor
And your pious smile
All the cats'll be laugin' tonight
Now you may say it's a funny old world
You may say that the game ain't fair
Is there a plot or do you improvise
Or maybe you don't even care
Lady Luck
Ain't you the fickle kind
Why are some folks lucky
While the rest are tryin'
You keep on playin'
It's still a mystery
You're laced with a touch
of inconsistancy
So why don't you give us all a break
Make us all rich healthy and fine
Five months holidays and a four hour week
And a horse that wins all the time
Lady Luck
Hear the mandolins
Kind of makes you wonder
How it might have been
There go all
The funny place I've got
Back on the street again
Lady Luck
Yeah, it's late I know
Allow me to buy you one more folderol
And tell me something
I've been longin' to hear
It's gotta get better next year
'Cause I've seen some rainy days
My wedding suits are frayed and torn
But now the sun comes shining through
I've cried in my beer too long
Lady Luck, Lady Luck
Don't push me over
When I can't stand up, oh yeah
Sure it's a funny old world
Sure it's a funny old world
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(Livsey/Lyle/Miller)
You give me hope
When all around was lost
And I could see no point in trying
For I saw love passing by me
You came into my life
You came into my life
I look around
And what I had is gone
Now, I've finally found
What I've been missing
The road I travel is so clear
Since you came into my life
You came into my life
*(And) yYou're the star
My shinin' light
The mornin' dawnin'
When the sun comes up so bright
And the closer I get
Yes, it's true
You're the star
Above the storm
I wanna wrap you in my arms
And keep you warm
No, I don't wanna live without you
No, I've never found nothin' like you
You give me faith
The kind I though had gone
Somewhere down the line
I think I lost it
Now, I've found changes in my heart
Your faith in me is strong
Your faith in me is strong
(*Repeat 2 times)
You're the star
You're the star
You're the star, oh yeah
I've never found nothin' like you
No, I've never found nothin' like you ...
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(Rod Stewart/Kevin Savigar)
Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I know
I remember
When I was only seventeen
The bohemian poet
And dosciple of the streets
Or was I just a little kid
Searching for identity in '63
Heard it on the radio
On a cold December night
It came burning down the air waves
Like a savior's shinin' light
All the way from the U.S.A.
Across the Atlantic far away
The magic came
The house began to rock
With Cupid and his bow
The hootchy kootchy man's
Lonely harp began to blow
Little did I know that
nothing in my life
Would ever be the same
Stayed up all night
Playin' every 45
Tryin' to sound like you
Strummed my guitar in bed
Till my fingers bled
Tryin' to play like you
*Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the sounds you made
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
Thank you, Muddy
For the times we shared
And they carry on
I saw Otis back in 1965
Tears in my eyes
As he sung "These Arms Of mine"
But angels needed a soul man
For the celestial blues band
They took him home (took you home)
Oh, what I'd give to see
That red mohair suit and hear
"Dock Of The Bay"
Or Sam in his two tone
Singin' "Bring It On Back Home"
What a show that would be
(*Repeat)
If I sound sentimental
It's because this blue-eyed soul boys
Got so much respect
My gratitude to you
Runs deep, proud and true
I will never forget
**Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the sounds you made
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
Thank you, Muddy
For the times you gave
(**Repeat)
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Sam
Thank you, Otis, thank you, Muddy
You'll never, never fade away ...
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(Tom Waits)
Hang on St. Christopher
Through the smoke and the oil
Pumpin' iron around the scene
Let the radiator boil
Got no back down shift
And a two dollar grill
Got an '85 cab
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*Hang on St. Christopher
On the passenger side
Open it up tonight
So the devil can ride
Hang on St. Christopher
With a ballast door
Kick me up ...
Throw me out in the fog
Tell ... Jack ...
Drive a stake through his heart
Do a hundred on the grapevine
Do a jump on the start
Hang on St. Christopher
Now don't let me go
Get me to Reno
And bring it in low, low
Hang On St. Christopher
With the hammer to the floor
Put a highball in the crankcase
Nail a crow to the door
Give me a bottle for the jockey
Give me a two ...
There's a certain ...
Bustin' down Johnny's door
(*Repeat)
Let the devil ride
Let the devil ride
Let the devil ride
Hang On St. Christopher
Now don't let me go
Get me to Reno
Got to bring it in low
Put my baby on a flatcar
Tell 'em to burn down the caboose
Get 'em all jacked up with whiskey
And we'll turn the mad dog loose
(*Repeat)
Let him ride, let him ride
Let him ride, let him ride
Let him ride, let him ride
HAng on St. Christopher
Through the smoke and the oil
Get me to Reno
And bring it in low, low ...
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(Rod Stewart/Andy Taylor/Robin Le Mesurier)
Everyday I get up
And drag myself out of bed
While you're still sleeping
On your tummy
With your long legs spread
Call me a copy cat
Dressed
Kiss you good-bye
I'm like a lion in winter
I don't want to say good-bye
I'm trying to pull
On my socks
You get me horny and hot, darling
That's why I'm late on the job
*You're delicious
You're delicious, babe
You're delicious
Just keep on doing
What you are doing
Doing
Doing to me
Ah, yeah
You're like a cold beer, darling
On a long-hot summer's day
Yes, you are
You're the words I'm planning
Five part Chekov play
You make a rich man poor
And make a blind man see again
You're ......
As hard as diesel train
And while I'm driving to work
You spill all over my shirt
You're just a wonderful flirt
(*Repeat)
"The Old man" line ain't gonna
Take you from my side
I've had the new caviar
Fort Wall and pink champagne
I've seen the Mona Lisa
Drank the wine in France and Spain
I've smelled the rose of Finnland
Tulips of Amsterdam
I've heard the crew line coal train
The bells of Notre dame
But you know what honey
You fill me up
With desire
You've set my soul aflying
Lifted me down to the wire
(*Repeat)
Gimme one time
(*Repeat)
Please, bass guitar
(*Repeat)
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(Sam Cooke)
*Soothe Me, Baby
Soothe me
Soothe me with your eyes
Though I know
Your powerful loving is
Soothing to me
I used to hire a lot of girls
Hot and big and small
Since I meet this baby of mine
I don't want mother girls at all
***Soothe me, baby
Soothe me
Soothe me with your kindness
Though I know your powerful loving is
Soothing to me
Oh, how I used to ramble
Oh, how I used to roam
Since I found this pretty little baby
All I want to do
Is stay at home
At home
(*Repeat)
One more time, man
**Soothe me baby
Soothe me
Soothe me with your kindness
Though I know
Your mama don't like it
It's soothing to me
Oh, once I was a worried man
I was drinking night and day
Now, I've got this angel by my side
All my worries have drifted away
(**Repeat)
Soothe me, baby
Soothe me, baby
Soothe me, baby
(*** Repeat)
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(Rod Stewart)
(Intro not in English)
Oh the summer time is gone
And the leaves are sweetly turning
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms across the purple heather
Will you go, lassie. go
If you will not go with me
I will never find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
All along the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go
Lassie, go
I will build my love a tower
by the cool crystal waters
And I'll cling to her forever
Like the ivy to the heather
Will you go, lassie, go
*And we'll go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All along the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go
Lassie, go
(Not in English)
Will you go, lassie, go
(*Repeat)
And we'll all go together
Tp pull wild mountain thyme
All across the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go
Lassie, go
Lassie, go
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