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Beatin' The Odds
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03:18 |
192 |
4,53 |
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Double Talker
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You said you loved me baby,
I believed in you,
But the words youre saying now,
Just aint ringing true,
Lord you been steppin round,
With someone new,
And that look thats in your eyes,
Been tellin on you.
I just cant take it baby,
All your running round,
You know you make me look,
Just like a clown,
But a change better come on soon,
Or Ill be gone,
I cant be hangin round with all of this,
Goin on.
Youre tellin me lies,
With those lyin eyes,
You take me for a fool,
Ive seen the light,
You better get right,
Tell me baby,
What you tryin to do,
Oooh you double talkin fool.
Youve been singin that same ol song,
And Ive been cryin the blues,
Ive just about had enough,
Enough of being used,
Gonna be some changes comin,
Changes comin soon,
Ive had my fill of your sweet talkin,
Now youre gonna pay your dues.
I just cant take it baby,
All your runnin round,
You know you make me look,
Just like a clown,
But a change is comin soon,
Or Ill be gone,
I wont be anyones fool,
For very long.
You better change your ways,
Here one of these days,
Or Ill send you back to school,
Better shoot straight,
Before its too late,
cause I tell you baby,
Ill be puttin on my walkin shoes,
Im runnin from a double talkin fool
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03:15 |
192 |
4,48 |
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The Rambler
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I'm going down to the river,
Just to bide my time away,
Dont you look or me tommorrow,
Cause I wont be back this way,
Oh girl I hate to leave you,
But I just cant seem to say,
When I see the sunrise in your eyes,
Darling Ill be on the way.
The miles go by so slowly,
It seems that time stands still,
I long for the day that I can settle down,
But I guess I never will,
Oh the cities they pass by me,
Like the ships that sail the sea,
Lord I here that highway calling,
Darling I hope youll wait for me.
Oh its cold here in the city,
I live my life from day to day,
Guess Ill always be a rambler,
But its so hard to find my way,
Lord I need someone to help me,
I just cant go on this way,
I need your smiling face beside me,
So darling Im coming home today
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04:50 |
192 |
6,64 |
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Sailor
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Met an old man on the street,
A dirty hat laying at his feet,
I looked and saw adventure in his eyes,
Singing them songs from yesterday,
From over the hills and far away,
Lord that old man hypnotized.
I went on in to my nine-to-five,
Hoping I could stay alive,
I knew that something in my life was wrong,
All night long I could not sleep,
The trouble here was buried deep,
I couldnt help but hear the old mans song.
Im rolling down the highway,
I fly the friendly skies,
Im just a hobo,
Im on the railroad tracks tonight,
Im dancing through the desert,
I see the city nights,
Im just a sailor on the sea of life.
The feeling swept right over me,
I left my home and my security,
I finally found a place where I belong,
Back out here on the road again,
Going back where I have never been,
Now Im finally free to sing my song.
Im rolling down the highway,
I fly the friendly skies,
Im just a hobo,
Im on the railroad tracks tonight,
Im dancing through the desert,
I see the city nights,
Im just a sailor on the sea of life,
Im just a sailor on the sea of life
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03:51 |
192 |
5,27 |
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5 |
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Dead And Gone
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04:22 |
192 |
6,00 |
ˆ0.10 |
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6 |
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Few And Far Between
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03:40 |
192 |
5,04 |
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Penthouse Pauper
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Now if I were a bricklayer,
I wouldnt build just anything,
If I was a ballplayer,
I wouldnt play no second string,
And if I were some jewelry, baby,
Lord, Id have to be a diamond ring,
If I was a secret, you know I would never be told,
If I was a jug of wine,
Lord, my flavor would be plenty old,
I could be most anything,
But it got to be 24-karat solid gold
Chorus:
Im the penthouse pauper; Ive got nothing to my name
Im the penthouse pauper; Ive got nothing to my name,
I can be most anything,
cause when you got nothin its all the same
If I was a gambler, you know Id never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Id have to play the blues
If I was a hacksaw (hatchet), my blade would be razor sharp,
If I were a politician, I could prove money could talk,
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, you know Id have the house on top
Chorus:
Im the penthouse pauper; Ive got nothing to my name
Im the penthouse pauper; Ive got nothing to my name,
I can be most anything,
cause when you got nothin its all the same
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03:18 |
192 |
4,53 |
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Get Her Back
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I had me a woman one time,
Back a long time ago,
She seemed to treat me so fine,
I didnt want to let her go,
Shed find a new way to,
Find peace of mind,
She left me flat and standin here,
With nothing but a dime,
She said she found herself,
Another way of life,
I gave her my everything,
And treated her right
Didnt know what it was about her,
But I want her back,
Oh lord would you help me please,
I gotta get me back
My daddy told me one time,
Son dont ya be no fool,
Most women will treat you kind,
Then theyll treat you cruel,
But you got to look forward,
To a new day thats coming,
Got to quit chasin that girl son,
Slow up your runnin,
Things will get better son,
A new day tommorrow,
Forget about that girl and,
Throw away your sorrow
I couldnt forget about her,
Not about that stuff,
Shed been with me too long,
But let her have it rough
I had me woman one time,
Back a long time ago,
She seemed to treat me so fine,
I didnt want to let her go,
Shed find a new way to,
Find peace of mind,
She left me flat and standin here,
With nothing but a dime,
She said she found herself,
Another way of life,
I gave her my everything,
And treated her right
Didnt know what it was about her,
But I want her back,
Oh lord would you help me please,
I gotta get me back
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03:03 |
192 |
4,19 |
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9 |
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Poison Pen
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Poison pen can there be no end,
The words on the page,
Make you no mans friend,
Change a mans fate,
With a drop of a line,
What your gonna write about next time,
Bite like a snake,
But its never too late to look,
Yourself in the eye,
Youre gonna have to pay for all you say,
Before your ink runs dry
Poor mr. pen youre the devils friend,
You talk so much there aint no end,
Is it a game to wreck my mind,
When you print your name at the top of the line,
The bite of a snake,
Is easier to take,
cause once that ink is dry,
The venoms on the page,
Till you end your days,
Makes me wonder why
Poison pen youre no mans friend,
Wish I knew whats inside of you,
Poison pen aint there no end,
To those men with the poison pen
Poison pen can there be no end,
The words on the page,
Make you no mans friend,
Change a mans fate,
With a drop of a line,
What your gonna write about next time,
Bite like a snake,
But its never too late to look,
Yourself in the eye,
Youre gonna have to pay for all you say,
Before your ink runs dry
Poison pen youre no mans friend,
Wish I knew whats inside of you,
Poison pen aint there no end,
To those men with the poison pen
Chorus:
Poison pen youre no mans friend,
Wish I knew whats inside of you,
Poison pen aint there no end,
To those men with the poison pen
Ooh poison pen
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03:07 |
192 |
4,27 |
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