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Prove Me Wrong
05:01
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Prove Me Wrong
I talk about you all the time
How you’re special and they don’t know
How you got it going on
How I’ll never let you go
Then you show up falling down
And all that carrying on
How come when I’m talking you up
You show up to prove me wrong
Prove me wrong
How come when I’m talking you up
You gotta come along
And prove me wrong
I ran into a friend of yours
I didn’t like him right away
Man was talking out of turn
So I persuaded him to stay
Then you show up with your eyes all wide
Baby what’s going on
How come when I need you to prove me right
You show up to prove me wrong
Baby you know that I love you
Really got it bad
You’re the sweetest little thing
This boy ever had
But you gotta get it together
Baby you gotta get strong
’cause I’m tired of talking you up
Just to have you prove me wrong
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2. |
Meg Darlin'
03:29
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Meg Darlin’
Meg it’s so nice here just outside your head
Meg it’s no good anymore where you been
Meg darlin’ good to see you again
So cool about your 90 day pin
Life is good when you’re three months in
Bet you didn’t think so way back when
Meg used to read by the light in your head
Meg it’s no good any more where you been
Meg darlin’ good to see you again
You look good – not so thin
Way we was living honey such a sin
Bet you didn’t think so way back when
Bet you didn’t think so way back then
Meg used to read by the light in your head
Hang on every word that you said
It’s so good here just outside your head
Meg it’s so nice here just outside your head
Meg it’s no good anymore where you been
Meg darlin’ good to see you again
So cool about your 90 day pin
Life is good when you’re three months in
Bet you didn’t think so way back when
Bet you didn’t think so way back then
Meg used to read by the light in your head
Hang on every word that you said
It’s so good here just outside your head
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What’s So Special ‘Bout Love
What’s so special ‘bout love that you won’t give a little bit up
What’s so special ‘bout love that you won’t give a little bit up
I’ll be leaving in the morning
Won’t you fill my lovin’ cup
I guess you could say that I’ve been around
I’ve drank fine wine in old Paris town
I’ve been drunk on power - I’ve been brought low
I’ve lived six lifetimes - I’d give three to know
Baby where will this night end
I’ll be leaving in the morning
Let me be your lovin’ man
What’s so special “bout love that you won’t give a little bit up
What’s so special ‘bout love that you won’t give a little bit up
I’ll be leaving in the morning
Let me fill your lovin’ cup
What’s so special ‘bout love that you won’t give a little to me
Baby it’s so cold outside and it don’t have to be
I guess you could say I’m a worldly man
As much for love as because I can
It gives me pleasure to travel and roam
Sometimes with two – most times alone
Baby where will this night end
I’ll be leaving in the morning
Let me be your lovin’ man
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4. |
Rock Treatment
04:13
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Rock Treatment
All my friends have reached the age
Where therapy is all the rage
Encounter groups day and night
It just makes me more uptight
I know what you’re thinking
Poor boy is in so deep
The signs are there
He just can’t read
I know enough to get the gist
But please no psychiatrists
I just need rock rock rock treatment
Rock rock rock treatment
I just want rock rock rock treatment
Rock rock rock treatment
Enough talk!
Everybody just sit around
Run the same sad story into the ground
If I’m okay and you are too
Then I got better things to do
I know what you’re thinking
Poor boy’s in dire need
The signs are there
He just can’t read
I know enough to get the gist
But please no psychiatrists
I believe in miracles
And therapy through decibels
Happy when my heart is singing
And both my ears are ringing
I know what you’re thinking
Poor boy is masochistic
Totally unrealistic
But I’d be the first one to kiss
A rock psychiatrist
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5. |
Brain Grenade
03:14
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Brain Grenade
I’m strung so tight
It’s not a question of if I might
‘Cause I will
Sure as morning
Follows the night
There’s a red light warning
I can’t get the pin back in
My brain grenade
I can’t get the pin back in
Alone in my head
All lines to the outside world are dead
I’m standing in
The blues
I’m pissing off your sofa
In my muddy shoes
I know the rules
Minding all those stray p’s and q’s
I plead intense
Like tangled and mangled in a barbwire fence
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6. |
Bad Day Rough Week
02:57
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Bad Day Rough Week
At the end of the day
A really long day I wonder
Why I don’t just walk away
From all the pressure I’m under
What keeps me hanging on baby I can’t say
I had a bad day, rough week, hard life
Well my father moved on
And mama was too young to raise me
How I made it this far
Sometimes you know it does amaze me
I done spent ten years in a bottle of booze
It aint a cure for a
Bad day, rough week, hard life
I had a bad day
Face in the mirror
It must be mine
Looks like the last payment
On a hell of a real good time
Well I may be crazy
But baby I’m a winner
‘Cause I kept my dreams alive
Although they are a little thinner
Along the way I lost a brain cell or two
I had a bad day, rough week, hard life
I had a bad day, rough week
Hard life
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7. |
Lightning Strikes
03:11
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Lightning Strikes
I met the devil in a grocery-mart
He was stacking up souls in a shopping cart
He did not look like Vincent Price
He didn’t walk as tall or dress as nice
I asked him for his autograph
He just looked at me and started to laugh
I said what’s so funny somethin’ I don’t know
He grinned at me and said real low
Guys like you aint got it through their head
Rock n roll is all but dead
If I can’t rock n roll this town
I hope that lightning strikes me down
Let it rock
Let it roll
Let it rock
Let it roll
If I can’t rock n roll this town
I hope that lightning strikes me down
Said to the devil I would love to debate
But man, I got a gig and I can’t be late
I got people downtown depending on me
Rock n roll is the door and I got the key
If I can’t rock n roll this town
I hope that lightning strikes me down
Said to the devil, man I can’t lose
‘Cause I was born to rock the blues
You can try and pull the plug on me
But man, look around and you will see
I done rock n rolled this town
I aint never going to settle down
If I can’t rock n roll this town
I hope that lightning strike me down
Strike me dead if I ever settle down
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8. |
When It Comes To Love
02:59
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When It Comes To Love
When it comes to love some need a crutch
I like the girls who smoke and drink too much
Never worry about the way they look
And out on the floor they sure do cook
When it comes to love
When it comes to love
When it comes to love they really got the touch
When it comes to love they really got the touch
When it comes to love they really got the touch
When it comes to love
I like the girls who cuss and swear
They rock n roll and they just don’t care
Don’t need whiskey to make ‘em mean
Just a little bit o’ nitro with some gasoline
When it comes to love
When it comes to love
When it comes to love I don’t need a sign
They rock for me – I know they’re mine
Never disappoint ‘em or leave ‘em undone
I keep on firing like a Gatling gun
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9. |
Bluesman Moves To Paris
04:03
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Bluesman Moves To Paris
Bluesman moves to Paris with something like a dream
To leave behind his old life and maybe make the scene
It all seemed kind of sudden but everything’s all right
‘Cause he loves to play guitar and he plays most every night
When a Bluesman Moves to Paris
He’s got blues as a second language
He’ll never be misunderstood
Like all ex-patriot bluesmen, he knows to get away
Spend the month of August in Toulouse or Montpellier
Jam until the bars close down – with everyone in sight
‘Cause he loves to play guitar and he plays most every night
Bluesman lives in Paris – they love him as their own
He never lacks for nothin’ – he never sleeps alone
Never make the big time, but everything’s all right
‘Cause he loves to play guitar and he plays most every night
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10. |
The Obvious Rock
04:26
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The Obvious Rock
Come on honey let’s have a ball
We all die tomorrow or never at all
Come on baby let’s paint the town
I’m so far gone I may never come down
Jesus I’m down on my knees
If you can hear my prayers please
Find the obvious rock and leave the backdoor keys
Come on honey just give it a roll
All this talk about tomorrow has taken its toll
Come on baby let’s wake up the dead
I’m going to go straight out of my head
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Lonely
02:54
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Lonely
You talk about lonely and you’re callin’ out my name
The depth to which I’ve suffered girl has even brought me fame
Mention words like heartbreak and you’re calling up a storm
‘Cause I’ve been nothin’ but lonely since the day that I was born
Aint nothin’ but lonely
Aint nothin’ but lonely
Aint nothin’ but lo-one
You talk about lonely like a treatable disease
You want to be my doctor and you only aim to please
The patient he is leery, you see he’s been in love before
And he’s been nothin’ but lonely since the day that he was born
You talk about lonely and you sing my song
I don’t know how it happened, I don’t know what went wrong
I only know that heartbreak are the colors I have worn
‘Cause I’ve been nothin’ but lonely since the day that I was born
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12. |
Win for Losin'
05:23
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Win For Losin’
Rain is falling
Into my life
My plane is stalling
It’s a long way down
A storm is blowing
Into my face
My engines glowing
It’s about to blow
If I could win for losin’
I would accept the prize
Think I’ll just sit right down and cry
My wheels are sinking
Into the earth
I can’t help thinking
I have been here before
A storm is blowing
Into my eyes
The ravels are unwinding
I am down on my knees
Rain is falling
Into my life
I hear you calling
But I can’t go home
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13. |
Drive All Night
03:58
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Drive All Night
My life desire is motor driven
And I don’t care if I run you down
It’s just fine, the way that I’m living
‘Cause I’m the baddest motor in town
I’ll give you g’s in second gear
Now say the words I want to hear
Won’t you tell me
You want to drive all night
Drive
Drive all night
Leave it all behind just to have your love tonight
I’m eight lives through my nine lives baby
An’ I’m still sittin’ in the driver’s seat
Come on take a chance now baby
We’ll take a spin down danger street
My life desire is motor driven
I’ll pass you by like you was standing still
Tonight we party with the unforgiven
If that don’t save you baby nothin’ will
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14. |
King's New Clothes
04:20
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King’s New Clothes
Last time I looked
I seemed okay
Still pissed off
Had much to say
Don’t think much
Has changed at all
Our backs are still
Against the wall
As long as I have all ten toes
Time for me can not be froze
Don’t think I could be so cold as to find myself
In the King’s new clothes
(Don’t need my fortune told
To know that time can not be froze
Don’t think I could be so cold as to find myself
In the king’s new clothes)
Last time I looked
I felt just fine
Every day I breathe
The world is mine
That don’t mean
I’m in control
That I don’t burn
Down in my soul
Last time I looked
My heart still beat
I still can’t stay
Put in my seat
For those who feel
Their time has passed
Your mind’s locked up
In a body cast
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