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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


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Откуда London, England
Жанры Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Годы 1962—н.в.
Лейблы Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Бывшие участники
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



Альбом The Rolling Stones



23.04.1976
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Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff

Hot stuff, hot stuff
Can't get enough
Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough

The music is mighty, mighty fine
Hot stuff
Play it rough

Cause music is want I want
To keep my body always moving
Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff

Everyday I get another dose
I can't stand it when the music stops
Hot stuff

Everybody on the dance floor
You know what I'm talking about
Music make you forget all your trouble
Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world
So what? Hot stuff

I want to tell all my friends in London
There ain't nothing wrong with you
But you'd better shape up
Shake it up, your hot stuff

All the people in New York City
I know you all going broke
But I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuff

To everybody in Jamaica
That's working in the sun
Your hot, your hot stuff
Shake it up, hot stuff



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Rolling Stones - Hand of Fate

The hand of fate is on me now
It pick me up and knock me down
I'm on the run, I'm prison bound
The hand of fate is heavy now
I killed a man, I'm highway bound
The wheel of fortune keeps turning round
Turning round, turning round
I should have known it was a one horse town

My sweet girl was once his wife
He had papers the judge had signed
The wind blew hard, it was stormy night
He shot me once, but I shot him twice
The hand of fate is on me now
It pick me up and it kicked me right down
Kicked me right down
Kicked me right down

I had to save her life
Yeah, I gunned him twice
Yeah, and I watched him die, watch out boy
Yeah, I watched him die

He was a barroom man, the violendt kind
He had no love for that gal of mine
Then one day in a drinking bout
He swore he'd throw me right of town
The hand of fate is on me now
I shot that man I put him underground
I put him underground
Yes I did

I'm on the run, I hear the hounds
My luck is up, my chips are down
So goodbye baby, so long now
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it child
The hand of fate is on me now
Yeah it's too late
Too late baby, too late now
The hand of fate is on me now
The hand of fate is heavy now

It pick you up and knock you down


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Oh cherry oh cherry oh baby
Don't you know I'm in need of thee
If you don't believe it's true
What have you left me to do
So long I've been waiting
for you to come right in
And now that we are together
Please make my joy run over

Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh cherry oh cherry oh baby
Don't you know I'm in love with you
If you don't believe I do
Then why don't you try me
I'm never gonna let you down
Never make you wear no frown
You say you love me madly
Then why do you treat me badly

Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

O ho cherry oh cherry oh baby
You see I'm in love with you
If you don't believe I do
Then why don't you try me
Never gonna to let you down, no
Never make you wear no frown
You say you love me madly
Then why do you treat me badly

Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

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Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel and her nose was slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean I guess you know it well
It took a starry night to steal my breath away
Down on the waterfront her hair all drenched
In spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me, stuck right in my brain
You're just a memory of a love that used to be
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
Much to me

She got a mind of her own and she use it well, yeah
Well she's one of a kind
Got a mind
She got a mind of her own, yeah, and she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin she done a mile or two
And when I asked her where she headed for
(Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar)
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already the road ain't all that smooth

Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that gnawing in my bones

You're just a memory (just a memory) of a love that used to mean so
Much to me
(just a memory)
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
much to me
You're just a memory girl, you're just a sweet
Old memory
And it used to mean so much to me

Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la

You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own and she use it well
Mighty fine she's one of a kind
She got a mind of her own
She's one of a kind and she use it well

On the seventh day my eyes were all aglaze
We been ten thousand miles and been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and I hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the twenty-second floor?
It's just some friends of mine and they're busting
Down the doors

It's been a lonely night at the Memory Motel

You're just a memory girl just a memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl you're just a memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl you're just a sweet old memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
Much to me

She's got a mind of her own and she use it well yeah
Well she's one of a kind

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Rolling Stones - Hey, Negrita

Hey Negrita, hey now
Move your body, move your mouth
Shake lady, way down south
Shake baby, in your home town

Come si chiama, what's you game?
I'm just a poor man, what's your name?
Shake your body, do it up now
Shake body, move it up now
Hey Negrita, hey now
Hey conchita, shake it up now
Bate las caderas, do it up now

Flash of gold in your ears, child
Flash of gold in your eyes
Saw the gleam in your mouth
Saw the steel in your thighs
Do it up now

Bate las caderas, do it up now
Just a momentita, not so fast
I need money, my sweet ass
Listen I'm a poor man
My pay is low
Here's one last dollar, then we go
"One last dollar," she say "I got my pride"
Going to get your boss, boy
Going to tan your hide

Hey Negrita, hey now
Hey Negrita, do it right now



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Rolling Stones - Melody

Melody, it was a second name
Melody, it was a second name

Came home one morning about quarter to three
I'm banging on my door cause I just lost my key
Open up, baby, you got someone else inside
I'm going to come get you dead or alive

I took her out dancing but she drank away my cash
She said, "I'm going to fix my face don't you worry I'll be back"
I'm looking for her high and low like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend

Then one day she left me
She took everything that moved
My car, she took my trailer home
She took my Sunday boots
My nose is on her trail
I'm going to catch her by surprise
Then I'm going to have the pleasure
To roast that child alive


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When I come home baby 
And I've been working all night long 
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say 
"Daddy what's wrong?" 
I put my head on her shoulder 
She whispers in my ear so sweet 
You know what she says? 
"Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

You know, I got a woman 
And she lives in the poor part of town 
and I go see her sometimes 
And we make love, so fine 
I put my head on her shoulder 
She says, "Tell me all your troubles." 
You know what she says? She says 
"Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
and it makes me wonder why." 

Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Oh, I love you so much baby 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry, yeah 
She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 

Even my friends say to me sometimes 
And make out like I don't understand them 
You know what they say 
They say, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

I'm a fool baby 
I'm a fool baby 
I'm a certified fool, now 
I want to tell ya 
Gotta tell ya, baby 
I'm a fool baby 
I'm a fool baby 
Certified fool for ya, mama, come on 
I'm a fool 
I'm a fool 
I'm a fool

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Rolling Stones - Crazy Mama

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing

Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
Your crazy mama, ah yeah

Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrificises

Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your going to keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on

If you don't believe I'm going to do it
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet

Don't think I ain't thought about it
But it sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line

Well your crazy mama
With your ball and chain
Plain psychotic
Plain insane

If you don't think I'm gonna do it
Just wait for the thud of the bullet



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