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David Allan Coe | Dakota The Dancing Bear, Pt. 2 | /d/david+allan+coe/dakota+the+dancing+bear+pt+2_20586015.html | Betty drove the semi she pulled up to the pump
I thought I wanted a Coca-Cola and I started out on the jump
She said hold it Dave come quick there's something you gotta see
That man had got a dancing bear tied up to that old tree
I said dance dance Dakota dance all around the country store
Me and sweet Betty ain't never seen a bear that could dance before
Well it's one step two steps three steps four
A bottle of soda and he'll dance some more
Dance dance Dakota dance all around the country store
Well these hippies walked up to the cage giving pills to that ole bear
I don't know what it was they was giving to him it had him pulling out his
hair
I tried to keep time with the music Lord with the beat on my tamborine
Gave him some wine from a Mason jar and we all began to sing
I said dance dance Dakota dance...
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David Allan Coe | Desparados Waiting For A Train | /d/david+allan+coe/desparados+waiting+for+a+train_20586012.html | By Guy Clark
And I'd sing the red river valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of living'
Wondering, lord, has every well I drilled ran dry
We were friends, me and that old man
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
He's A drifter and A driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
Taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To A place called the green frog cafe
And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying' about their lives while they played
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
And I looked up and he was pushing eighty
And there was brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
See why's he all dressed up like some old man
Drinking' beer and playing' moon in forty-Two
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
The day before he dies I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone
We just closed our eyes and dreamt us up A kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
"DON'T CRY, JACK, IT'S ONLY JESUS COMING"
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
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David Allan Coe | Fall In Love With You | /d/david+allan+coe/fall+in+love+with+you_20586007.html | If I ever needed love, I need it now
Honey, why can't you see me through me
When I pretend that I'm to strong to bend?
This heart can mend a lover or a friend
Stop acting like you never knew me
How you fantasize, telling little lies
Fairy tales are all you ever see
Don't you realize how you hypnotize
Anyone who's fool enough to look back into your eyes?
And fall in love with you
If I ever wanted someone babe I need you now
Please don't place your self above me
Just out of reach when you could learn to teach
Me to begin loving you again
Why are you doing this to me?
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David Allan Coe | Family Album | /d/david+allan+coe/family+album_20196872.html | On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn
Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing
And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long
Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for miles and miles around
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
And look she'd say why that's the day that you were born
And I'd sit and reminisce each picture with her
And I'd listen to her laughter and her sighs
But underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes
In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been so good
Then later through the fame she watched me blossom
From just a local country singer to a great big star
She listened to all my records for the hidden meanings
And she came to hear me sing in all those dim lit bars
And she read all the things they wrote about me
But she knew deep in her heart that it was lies
No she don't hide her head in shame when someone says my name
You'll find no teardrops in my mama's eyes
In my mama's eyes...
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
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David Allan Coe | Follow Me | /d/david+allan+coe/follow+me_20817237.html | I want you to love the things you love and even more
Follow me, follow me
Less gives less and more gives more
Is your love sweeter now than it was before?
Cross-purpose love it never flies
True love's pure it magnifies
Follow me, follow me
It always surprises me when I make you laugh
When you laugh at me
Follow me, follow me
Makes me want to do it more
I like your laugh, it pleases me
I see the lake behind the trees
Flashing in ones and twos and threes
Follow me, follow me
There is nothing you need that you don't have or can't do
I have love and so I stay, I have none so I go away
Follow me, follow me
You have no love, you need me now
So I go away, I free you now
I'll see you later on my love
Got to go down to rise above
Follow me, follow me
You would love to see me now, you'd love to be with me
Follow me, follow me
Hold me close and don't let go
Don't say yes, don't say no
I see the lake behind the trees
Flashing in ones and twos and threes
Follow me, follow me
There is nothing you need that you don't have or can't do
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David Allan Coe | Free My Mind | /d/david+allan+coe/free+my+mind_20199669.html | I'm a cosmic cowboy
A big time player
I like Pantera, Kid Rock, and Slayer
I like Ice-T the rapper I mean
When it comes to drinkin' I like Jim Beam
I play well strung guitars with a rebel flag
But I don't wear make-up or dress in drag
I smoke a lot, I'm a whiskey drinker
I ain't no hick songwriter
I'm a pretty neat thinker
I'm glad you came to see me put on a show
My name is David Allan Coe I came to let you know that..
[Chorus]
I've been tryin' to have a real good time
Forget about thinkin' tryin' to free my mind
I've been tryin' to have a real good time
Forget about thinkin' tryin' to free my mind
I own my own limosuine and a Cadillac
I got a million dollar tour bus and that's a fact
I ain't broke but I ain't rich
I call women honey not hoe or bitch
I'm into Tanya Tucker, Twisted Brown Truck
The Allman Brothers Band and Marshall Tucker
I'm not in this for money I do it for fun
And I don't shoot dope but I will shoot my gun
I ain't no phony dude
I'm the real thing baby
Just like Rob Zombie just like Slim Shady
[Chorus]
And I've been tryin' to have a real good time
Forget about thinkin' tryin' to free my mind
I've been tryin' to have a real good time
Forget about thinkin' tryin' to free my mind
You know I love Uncle Kracker he's a cool DJ
I like Prince Purple Rain, Henry's Purple Haze
I like Hank Williams Sr., Hank the third and his dad
Hank Williams Jr. I mean he's bad
Willie Nelson, Waylon too
I like newgrass, bluegrass, and Emmylou
I like Pete Seeger, Bob Seeger, Motorhead
Natalie Cole, Neal Monroe, and the Grateful Dead
You know I tri
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David Allan Coe | Fuckin In The Butt | /d/david+allan+coe/fuckin+in+the+butt_20586001.html | Fuckin in the butt
Fuckin in the butt
Fuckin in the butt
I'd like to fuck the shit out of you
I'd like to fuck the shit out of you
I'd like to fuck the shit out of you
I'd like to fuck the shit out of you
Hey please put my gland in your hand
Hey please put my gland in your hand
Hey please put my gland in your hand
Please put my gland in your hand
Baby won't you give me some head
Baby won't you give me some head
Baby won't you give me some head
Baby won't you give me some head
We like to eat lunch down at the why
We like to eat luncu down at the why
We like to eat lunch down at the why
Why? Because we love you. Hi, my name's David, and these are my friends
It's been a pleasure doin this album for ya
We'd like to specially dedicate this album to all the members of the Mickey
Mouse Fan Club
And to you Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.
And I'd like to fuck the shit out of you (fades to end of song).
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David Allan Coe | Gotta Serve Somebody (With Lacy J. Dalton) | /d/david+allan+coe/gotta+serve+somebody+with+lacy+j+dalton_20824478.html | You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody
Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say
You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
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David Allan Coe | I Could Never Give You Up (for Someone Else) | /d/david+allan+coe/i+could+never+give+you+up+for+someone+else_20585987.html | Don't you ever doubt my love cause you fit me like a glove
And I could never give you up for someone else
Honey I won't do you wrong and I've been loving you too long
And I could never give you up for someone else
When it comes to lovin' honey you can sure put out the flame
No other woman ever could now ain't that a shame
You lay heavy on my mind you're the best love I could find
And I could never give you up for someone else
If you ever have to go honey please don't let me go
Cause I could never give you up for someone else
When it comes to lovin' honey
If you ever have to go
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David Allan Coe | If That Ain't Country - Part 2 | /d/david+allan+coe/if+that+aint+country+part+2_20201885.html | Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars
Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And A bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put on me
He covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago
Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe
And I wasn't famous then and I wasn't free
You know I grew up in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked at the Goodyear tire and rubber company
And he worked on cars
My momma went to church and my daddy went to bars
Most people just called it the hillbilly part of town
I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red cause I was still green
Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas
Had A. 410 rifle and a bowie knife to
Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew
And we'd count the cars when the trains went past
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
Chorus
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country i'll kiss your ass
You know one of my sisters was a lady of the night
Then one day she saw the light
Now she don't do those things that she used to do
She never made the funeral when my daddy died
I said I'd forgive her but I guess I lied
Cause there ain't no way to hide the way that I feel
Me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one
Jack and Ray was in the middle and then there was me
And I'm the one that turned 23
And grew up to be that yankee's rebel son
Times are changing I heard Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls
Standin' around the house where he made his deals
Around the porch there was a bunch of old wheels
And some used Harley Davidson parts that he sold for cash
There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family was livin' proof
Everybody called us old poor white trash
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
Chorus
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country i'll kiss your ass
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
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David Allan Coe | I'll Always Be A Fool For You | /d/david+allan+coe/ill+always+be+a+fool+for+you_20585984.html | You change just like the weather I never know if you'll be hot or cold to me
Can't you see what I've been going through
We belong together even though I know at times it just can't be
Honey can't you see I'll always be a fool for you
I'll always be the first to say I'm sorry I'll always be the last to say we're
through
I'll always be the one to take another chance
In this romance I'll always be a fool for you
I'll always be the first to say
I'll always be a fool for you
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David Allan Coe | I've Given Bout All I Can Take | /d/david+allan+coe/ive+given+bout+all+i+can+take_20585983.html | I burned all the letters that you never wrote
I broke all the promises you never spoke
I swallowed my pride till I thought I would choke
Given bout all I can take I've given bout all I can take
You want somebody guess we all do you've got a heart that won't let it come
true
And I never was one to fake given bout all I can take
I've given bout all I can take
I cried over milk that never was spilled
And I've danced to waltzes and you just stood still
Time is much too precious to kill given bout all I can take
I've given bout all I can take
You want somebody...
Oh I've given bout all I can take
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David Allan Coe | Jimmy Buffett | /d/david+allan+coe/jimmy+buffett_20585975.html | The Jimmy Buffer Song
David Allen Coe
Prelude:
This song is for all the people that's been reviewing our records and say we
sound a lot like Jimmy Buffet because we live in Key West and use Congo drums
in our songs. For all those people that live in Key West and are under the
misconception that Mr. Buffet live in Key West and we'd like to say there's a
lot of things in Key West, as a matter of fact, there's
Chorus:
There's sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy Buffet doesn't live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
Says Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more
Verse 1:
Hey smugglers need those Buffet songs, snitching on the sly
Bringing heat where it's already to damn hot to die
Son of a son of bitch, what's all that bullshit for
Jimmy Buffet doesn't' live in Key West anymore
Verse 2
Sailing to the Caribbean Jimmy might well be
Pictures up in Rollin' Stone for all the world to see
The rich keep getting richer, the poor they just stay poor
Jimmy buffet doesn't' live in Key West anymore
Verse 3
Now Jimmy's moved to Malibu with all those other stars
He's not down at in Duval Street hangin' out in bars
All them God damned tourist, got to be a bore.
Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more
Verse 4
So don't tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffet
Just because I got that island beat
Jimmy might have grown up on the ocean
Me, I kinda grown up on the street
Music's just a way of life, me I'm liv'in free
Don't lay all that Key West Jimmy Buffet shit on me
Verse 5
Now Divers Do It Deeper must have really made them mad
Some of them reviewers said it really sounded bad
Well they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too
Someday Jimmy, why don't we just both get drunk and screw
Oh those creepy Mother Fuckers that think music is a whore
Tell that you just don't live in Key West anymore
Chorus:
There's sailboats and conk shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy buffet doesn't live in Key West anymore
Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
Says Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more
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David Allan Coe | Jody Like A Melody | /d/david+allan+coe/jody+like+a+melody_20223937.html | Jody like a melody
play inside my head
till the thought of you is more than I can stand
just to think of having you is music to my soul
you make me feel
as though the world is in my hands
jody like a melody
you warm me
and then leave me
with a chill
I can't believe the sun will rise
without me looking in your eyes
and knowing that your love has made me strong
why you left I'll never know
the fire you built will always glow
I only know I woke to find you gone
jody like a melody
you warm me
and then leave me
with a chill
jody, I can't keep my thoughts
about me in the daytime
when your memory is enough to make me blind
and late at night I lie awake
and wait for you to come and when you don't
you know I almost lose my mind
jody like a melody
you warm me
and then leave me
with a chill
jody like a melody...
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David Allan Coe | Juanita | /d/david+allan+coe/juanita_20225417.html | Well I'm finally gettin' used to the water
The way the tarantulas bite
Those federals didn't believe
I only came here to watch the bulls fight
Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer"
Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan"
My sleepy siesta down south of the border
Is taking more time than I planned
Oh Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife
I got a big house in Milwaukee
With a color TV and a pool
A Naugahyde bar and a Cadillac car
Juanita they're waiting for you
Tie the burro up down in the courtyard
To keep the guard busy tonight
When you bring my dinner make sure the tortilla
Is filled with a gun or a knife
Hey Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife
Juanita you'll love Wisconsin
Wisconsin is gonna love you
Yes, all of Milwaukee speaks Spanish
Of course you're gonna wear American shoes
Lake Michigan tastes like tequila
Frijoles why they grow there on trees
You can say adios to the pigs and the goats
If you'll just do this one thing for me
But Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife
Juanita, I, I swear it was all a mistake
You see I was drowning out there in the ocean
And I saw this bale coming by man
So I grabbed it and I climbed up on top of it
And I found this stick and I rowed myself into shore
And when I got there
The border patrol was waiting for me
At the I didn't know what it was
I promise you if you'll just marry me
So I can become a citizen of Mexico
I'll take you to Milwaukee
You can meet all my friends
They got these big shiny motorcycles
And you can ride on the back of 'em with 'em
Really, Juanita would I lie to you?
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David Allan Coe | Just Divorced | /d/david+allan+coe/just+divorced_20225930.html | Just divorced was written
On the window of the car
It looked like a tombstone
Parked beside the local bar
Once he'd drove it crazy
Now he's driven it too far
Just divorced was written
On the window of the car
Someone wrote in soap
It's over right across the hood
On the door it said good riddance
Boy, I feel good
On the fender were the words
I won't be home tonight
And the jukebox in the bar played
If you're gonna do me wrong do it right
Laughed so hard I thought now
There's a guy who's got some spunk
What a sense of humor
It said goodbye on the trunk
Tin cans tied with paper streamers
Pointing to the bar
Just divorced was written
On the window of the car
Just divorced was written...
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David Allan Coe | Just To Prove My Love For You | /d/david+allan+coe/just+to+prove+my+love+for+you_20226545.html | I'd walk across Kansas in a New York minute
Climb the Colorado mountains in the fall
Crawl through Arizona like a flatland lizard
If I thought it'd do me any good at all
I could swim Lake Erie with my hands tied behind me
Eat a West Virginia coal miner's shoes
Drink the Mississippi River if it took a month of Sundays
Just to prove my love for you
I remember well the first time that I kissed you
Cause the things ain't been the same ever since
You got me thinkin' I could eat a ten penny nail And spit out a barbed wire
fence
Now there ain't a livin' creature gonna ever come between us
I'd fight lions snakes and gorillas too
And if that ain't enough
We'll start all over just to prove my love for you
I could ride my pony through the eye of a hurricane
Climb Mount Everest on a string
Jump Niagara Falls in a burnin' barrel
And bring you back a hoop smoke ring
Wrestle alligators in the Okefenokee
There's nothin' I wouldn't do
If you just say the word I'll catch
That Great Speckled Bird and bring it back to you
I remember well the first time
I'd walk across Kansas in a New York minute
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David Allan Coe | Love's Cheatin' Line, (She Finally Crossed Over) | /d/david+allan+coe/loves+cheatin+line+she+finally+crossed+over_20965149.html | Yep, she finally crossed over love's cheatin' line
If she mean to hurt me, she's done it this time
My best friend has loved her right out of my mind
She's finally crossed over love's cheatin' line
Yep, she finally crossed over lovers cheatin' line
It's hard to imagine that I've been so blind
Well, nobody could have told me that she was that kind
She finally crossed over lover's cheating line
Now listen to me, girl, it's true that I left her left her alone
And some folks will tell you I done her wrong
And I see the pity from all of my friends
It's hard to believe, Lord, the way true love ends
She finally crossed over love's cheatin' line
Guess I should have noticed those old danger signs
This bottles gonna help me to get her off my mind
She finally crossed over love's cheatin' line
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David Allan Coe | One More Time | /d/david+allan+coe/one+more+time_20585948.html | Yes I know, 'fore you go, I'm gonna miss you
A good piece of ass is hard to find
Before you leave home, go out on your own
I just
Like to fuck you one more time
One more time
I'd like to stick my pecker in you
Even if it's just a quickie
I won't mind
No I won't get your new white dress dirty, baby
I just
Like to fuck you one more time
There is no need to cry, 'cause you're leavin'
Your mother and me, we ain't blind
We both knew someday, you'll go on your way
And I just
Like to fuck you one more time
One more time
I'd like to stick my pecker in you
Even if it's just a quickie
I won't mind
No I won't get your new white dress dirty, baby
I just
Like to fuck you one more time
Heaven knows that you've been a good daughter, baby
And I just
Like to fuck you one more time
Lord I love even you call me dirty
And I just
Like to fuck you one more time
One more time
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David Allan Coe | Pick Em, Lick Em' Stick Em | /d/david+allan+coe/pick+em+lick+em+stick+em_20585946.html | I was 15 going on 20 when I met up with the soul man he was quite a lover of
the cards and of the dice and he had whores and he had ladies he made love and
he made babies he could tell some damn good stories and give some good advise
you gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick
em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
He sat down and poured some whisky and he mixed it up with water here's a
picture of my daughter he would say and he would sigh and he would drink and
laugh a little as he picked up that old fiddle that same ol riddle I never did
know why
you gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick
em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
now the years I've seen him burried his daughter and me married I was sure he
raised her right an taught her how ta fuck when I asked her what he told her
shed said he'd never skold her he would always hold her but he never told her
much well he told her men were plain and simple told her love was like a
pimple once you squeez the juices out it just goes away he taught her how ta
hold on tighter and her taught her not to let men fight her and then there was
this poem he taught her on his dyin days
you got to learn how ta suck em daughter learn how ta fuck em daughter learn
how ta take their money and learn how ta cry you got to try not to hold em too
much try not to scold em too much try not to feed em too much bull shit and
lies
You gotta learn how ta pick em son learn how ta lick em son learn how to stick
em son between the thighs and you got to try not to beat em too much try not
to teach em too much try not to feed em to much bull shit and lies
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David Allan Coe | Pledging My Love | /d/david+allan+coe/pledging+my+love_20291625.html | Forever my darling our love will be true always and forever I'll love only you
Just promise me darling your love in return
Make this fire in my soul dear forever burn
My heart's at your command dear to keep love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire dear loving you is my goal
I'll forever love you the rest of my days I'll never part from you and your
loving ways
[ guitar ]
My heart's at your command...
This is my last letter end of the song my life is so miserable I can't go on
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David Allan Coe | Rails | /d/david+allan+coe/rails_20585943.html | Hey, lay me down some rails boys
Don't put me in jail boys
And if I make a little noise
Just leave me alone
I've been known to party some
But I ain't never hurt no one
I've been ashamed of what I've done
Especially when I'm stoned
I've spent most of my life in honest thinking
And I never cared too much for serious drinking
Marijuana makes my eyes start blinking
And incense make my sinuses drain
So, lay me down some rails boys
Don't put me in jail boys
And if I make a little noise
Just leave me alone
I've been known to party some
But I ain't never hurt no one
I've been ashamed of what I've done
Especially when I'm stoned
Now women make me think of consolation
Prison makes me think of isolation
Niggers made me vote for segregation
And cocaine makes me hard as a rock
So, lay me down some rails boys
Don't put me in jail boys
And if I make a little noise
Just leave me alone
I've been known to party some
But I ain't never hurt no one
I've been ashamed of what I've done
Especially when I'm stoned
Well it's hard to work for a dollar a week
And the Ku Klux Klan is bigger
So take the sheets of of your bed
And let's go hang a nigger
And lay me down some rails boys
Don't put me in jail boys
And if I make a little noise
Just leave me alone
I've been known to party some
But I ain't never hurt no one
I've been ashamed of what I've done
Especially when I'm stoned
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David Allan Coe | Revenge | /d/david+allan+coe/revenge_20585942.html | Judy I feel weary now older than a man of thirty-three
The gates of hell just opened after twenty years the warden says I'm free
Revenge was all I wanted when I killed the man that took your life that day
I've had my satisfaction but the price was more than love should have to pay
Lords knows you weren't no lady and the witnesses all swore you was to blame
And the way you teased the menfolk
The jury all agreed you knew no shame knew no shame
Well I'm glad that you can't see me now
You'd probably say that I do not look my best
Those lawyers took my money that Louisiana road gang took the rest
And Judy I can't even conjure up your picture in my mind today
Lately I've been thinkin' what a fool I was to love you anyway
Lords knows you weren't no lady and the witnesses all swore you was to blame
And the way you teased the menfolk the jury all agreed you knew no shame
Well it all seems kinda useless as I place these flowers on your grave today
I don't know what I'm doin' here I've forgotten all the things I came to say
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David Allan Coe | Ride 'em Cowboy | /d/david+allan+coe/ride+em+cowboy_20303706.html | Traveling with the rodeo
It's the only life I'll ever know
I started in New Mexico
Must have been a thousand years ago
I used to be the best they say
At riding young wild horses for my pay
But now I'm much too old it seems
I only rides wild horses in his dreams
They use to tell me, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You can't make no money if you hit the ground
They say, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You're the toughest cowboy in town
I have always been a traveling cowboy
But now there's no place left to go
What in I supposed to do
Seems I'm left out in the cold
Ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You can't make no money if you hit the ground
They say, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You're the toughest cowboy in town
Oh midnight was the champion
He is the only bronc I couldn't ride
But now I hear old Midnights blind
And rides little children for a dime
Ladies used to hang around
I must have been a hero in their eyes
My silver spurs are rusted now
Lord, I wished I tried to settle down
They use to tell me, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You can't make no money if you hit the ground
They say, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down
You're the toughest cowboy in town
Traveling with the rodeo
It's the only life I'll ever know
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David Allan Coe | River | /d/david+allan+coe/river_20585941.html | River you heard my first cry as a baby
And like my mom you sang me lullabies
You knew my fishing pole
When I was eight years old
And river you never told me lies
River I can see you from my window
Your muddy water makes me feel alone
River you keep flowing
Like you know just where you're going
But river will you ever take me home
River I'm not proud of what I've done
Somehow my fishing pole became a gun
Through these prison bars I see
That you're still running free
But river I've got no place to run
River I can see you from my window
Your muddy water makes me feel alone
River you keep flowing
Like you know just where you're going
But river will you ever take me home
River I can see you
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David Allan Coe | Rock And Roll Holiday | /d/david+allan+coe/rock+and+roll+holiday_20302757.html | By: David Allan Coe
Why did you come here, what do you need
Don't look at me like you want me to plead
My friends are dying to make rock and roll stand
While we've been living in A country rock band
We've got to slow down - come down
We got to get off of this merry-Go-Round
Where did you go, marilyn monroe
If you see james dean, tell him I said hello
Janis sang here, jimmy did too
They're saving A place there for me and you
There's gonna be A rock and roll holiday
We've got to get there in time to play
Tune up the fiddle, rosin the bow
We could be the only country band on A rock and roll show
We've got to get up, no time to hit up
There's another crowd waiting for the music to play
Slow down - come down
Don't take A ride on death's merry-Go-Round
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David Allan Coe | Rose Knows | /d/david+allan+coe/rose+knows_20305813.html | I told you from the start I couldn't give you my heart it belonged to someone
else
I tried like hell but still we fell I guess we could not help ourselves
You sure felt good in my world little girl but it's time to draw the line
Cause there's a lady who's mine and she's not the kind to just die upon the
vine
Rose knows something's going on Rose knows she's spending too much time alone
I suppose better get myself back home Rose knows something's going on
I'd love to stay here and lay down with you dear and hold you one more time
I wish it could be but unfortunately I've got roses on my mind
Rose knows something's going on
Rose knows something's going on
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David Allan Coe | San Francisco Mabel Joy | /d/david+allan+coe/san+francisco+mabel+joy_20585939.html | My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I ached inside to wonder
So I hoped a freight in Waycross and I rode it to L.A.
Well, I met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her again
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Maybel Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life
I woke up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floor
In place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marine
Who said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son you're still green"
Well, I turned twenty one in gray rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy
Cold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and then the winter came
Starin' at those four gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the train
Sunday morning found me lying 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you seen Maybel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Some Georgia farm boy"
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David Allan Coe | Seven Mile Bridge | /d/david+allan+coe/seven+mile+bridge_20585938.html | You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile bridge
That connected on marathon shore
Yes and it was the gateway key west his grandpa
Had told him ten times or more
The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge
Where it opens to let the boats through
But the natives all laugh at grandpas old stories
And swear that it just isn't true
Now most of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell at the market
For money to spend on some wine
They always cross through at the seven mile bridge
Except when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious they tell you as they are
Repeating that old seaman's rule
Watch out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and killers of time
And there's nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and making believe
The past is still somewhere behind
The seven mile bridge, the seven mile bridge
And he found a woman who'd come here from Cuba
She gave him a son and a dream
They lived in a conch house somewhere on stock island
With the seven mile bridge in between
She'd spent her nights on the window walk wondering
If he'd safely pull through the storm
While he spent his money on painted up women
And whiskey to keep his blood warm
Then he'd gamble on crab races till he was broke
While she sat up waiting all night
Then felling too guilty to face her and tell her
He'd look for some bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun always shines
Just south of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for signs of his sailboat
And tries not to worried the kids
She sneaks a few drinks from the bottle she hides
From a husband that's to tired to think
With feelings of guilt she picks up the bottle
And pours the remains in the sink
Now she thinks of the men that stare at her boldly
They know she's a woman alone
With fingers that tremble she touches her body
And wishes her man would come home
Now the years pass so quickly for time is a thief
His skin looks like leather by now
His woman's got fat and lost all he
But, Lord, she's lived up to her vow
She looks at her son that's going on twenty
He's ready to live his own life
She hopes he can find a sea worthy woman
A sailor sure needs a good wife
Why he's just like his daddy
She thinks as she watches
Him weaving those fish nets all day
Knowing that some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and lead him astray
He might return his woman would learn
Broke like his daddy and drunk
She wrote down some words on an old piece of sail cloth
Nailed it over his bunk
Why then, she packed his sea bag and filled up his trunk
His new wife would want it that way
Just before the old man shook the younger lads hand
These are the words he did say
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David Allan Coe | Shackles And Chains | /d/david+allan+coe/shackles+and+chains_20585937.html |
On a long lonesome journey I am going
So my sweet little darling don't cry
For in shackles and chains they will take me
To a prison to live till I die
(chorus)
And each night threw the bars
I will gaze at the stars
My dreams dear of you so in vain
A piece of stone I will use for my pillow
While I'm sleeping in shackles and chains
Put your arms threw these bars once more darling
Let me kiss your sweet lips I love best
For in sorrow they were my conculution
And in sadness my haven of rest
(repeat chorus)
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David Allan Coe | Six Days On The Road | /d/david+allan+coe/six+days+on+the+road_20350624.html | Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh headed down the eastern seaboard.
I got my deisel wound up and she's runnin' like never before.
My hometown's commin' in sight, if you think I'm happy your right.
Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye.
I could have a lot of women, but I'm not like some other guys.
I could have one to hold me tight,
But I could never make believe it's alright.
Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well the ICC is a checkin' on down the line.
I'm a little overweight and my log book's way behind.
Nothin' bothers me tonight, I can dodge all the scales alright.
Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Got a ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive.
I'm takin' little white pills and my eyes are open wide.
I just passed a Jimmy and White, I've been passin' everything in sight.
Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Six Days on the Road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
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David Allan Coe | Storms Never Last | /d/david+allan+coe/storms+never+last_20585931.html | Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times, all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine, steal the thunder
You make the sun wanna shine
I followed you down each and every road, babe
I picked wild flower, sung you soft, sad song
And every road we took, I know, your search was for the truth
And this storm that's brewin' now won't last long
Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times, all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine steal the thunder
You make the sun wanna shine
Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times, all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine steal the thunder
You make the sun wanna shine
You said you make the sun wanna shine
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David Allan Coe | Suicide | /d/david+allan+coe/suicide_20585929.html | Standing in the bathroom with a gun in my hand
Pulling on the trigger just as fast as I can
I can hear her scream as she reaches for the lover beside her
Married by the Bible, she was only sixteen
I was fresh from prison trying to follow my dream
Who'd ever thought I'd be the judge and the jury that tried her?
Blood splattered all over the wall
The gun still smoking as I watch it fall
I run through the door while the sirens blow out on the highway
Maybe they'll catch me and maybe they won't
It really doesn't matter I just had to do things my way
Yeah, yeah, I might just commit suicide, yeah, yeah
He's the only man that I trusted with my life
I can't understand why he ran off with my wife
Now that they're dead what's gonna happen to the baby?
The state will have to raise her just the way they did me
Her mother wanted freedom and I just set her free
She should have never let me see that she was no longer a lady
She called out my name just before she died
She swore she loved me and I almost cried
With trembling hands I reached out and tried to save her
Cheating is something I can understand
But not when it's cheating with my best friend
She betrayed the love and the baby I gave her
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David Allan Coe | Take Time To Know Her | /d/david+allan+coe/take+time+to+know+her_20809951.html | Take time to know her
Take time to know her
I found a woman, one I knew I truly love
She was everything, I'd ever been dreaming of
And she was bad, I didn't know it
Her pretty smile never did show it
All I knew is what I could see
And I knew I wanted her for me
I took her home to mama
Mama wanted to see my future bride
She looked at us both
Then she called me to her side
She said, "Take time to know her
It's not an overnight thing
Take time to know her
Son don't rush into this thing"
But I didn't listen to my mama
I went straight down to the church
I just couldn't wait to have that little girl of mine
I couldn't even wait till I got home from work
The preacher was there, so was my future bride
He looked at us both and then he called me to his side
He said, "Son take time to know her
It's not an overnight thing
Take time to know her
Please don't rush into this thing"
But it looked like every thing
It looked like everything was gonna be all right
Then I came home from work a little early one night
When I walked in the house, I saw her there
She was kissin' on another man and I knew right then
I knew right then what my mama meant
When she took me by the hand
She said, "Son take time to know her
Boy it's not an overnight thing
Take time to know her
There's no reason for you to rush into this thing"
Take time to know her
It's not, love is not an easy thing
Take time to know her
Boy please don't rush into this thing
Take time to know her
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David Allan Coe | Texas Lullaby | /d/david+allan+coe/texas+lullaby_20585924.html | See those tumbleweeds a blowin' Lord it makes me want to cry
It reminds me of my daddy and that Texas Lullaby
See those cactus flowers bloomin' like the twinkle in his eye
Every time he started singin' the old Texas Lullaby
Yipee yi little doggie roll along roll along
Yipee yi little doggie take me home take me home
It's so cold on the desert I'm chilled to the bone
Yipee yi little doggie yipee yi
Looky yonder there's a dust cloud paintin' picture in the sky
Daddy told me all about it in that Texas Lullaby
Them old longhorns are a ballin' Lord I know I must be high
Wish my dad could hear me singin' this old Texas Lullaby
Yipee yi little doggie...
[ mandolin - dobro ]
Daddy left me this old guitar though I never quite knew why
He said someday I'd be famous like that Texas Lullaby
But it's been a month of Sundays since I seen that eagle fly
And nobody wants to listen to a Texas Lullaby
Yipee yi little doggie
Yipee yi little doggie yipee yi yipee yi
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David Allan Coe | The Ride | /d/david+allan+coe/the+ride_20303628.html | I was thumbing from Montgomery
I had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
He was dress like 1950
Half drunk and hollow eyed
He said its a long walk to Nashville would you like a ride son
Well I sat down in the front seat
He turned on the radio
And them sad old songs coming outta them speakers was solid country gold
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale
When I asked him for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this ride
[Chorus]
He said drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sing
Have you paid your dues?
Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?
He said boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if your big star bound let me warn you it's a long hard ride
Well he cried just south of Nashville
And he turned that car around
He said this is where you get off boy
I'm goin' back to Alabam
And as I stepped outta that Cadillac
I said mister many thanks
He said you don't have to call me mister mister
The whole world calls me Hank
[Chorus]
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David Allan Coe | The Rodeo Song | /d/david+allan+coe/the+rodeo+song_20639060.html | Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck,
Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo
It's an alla man left and alla man right
Come on you fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off stage you god damn goof you know
You piss me off, you fuckin' jerk
You get on my nerves
Here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand,
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
It's an alla man left and alla man right
Come on you fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off stage you god damn goof you know
You piss me off, you fuckin' jerk
You get on my nerves
Well it's 40 below and I ain't got a truck
And I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm off to the rodeo
Where it's an alla man left and alla man right
Come on you fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off stage you god damn goof you know
You piss me off, you fuckin' jerk
You get on my nervs
Here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand,
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
It's an alla man left and alla man right
Come on you fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off stage you god damn goof you know
You piss me off, you fuckin' jerk
You get on my nerves
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David Allan Coe | This Bottle (In My Hand) | /d/david+allan+coe/this+bottle+in+my+hand_20961454.html | Last week he spent his whole pay check on whiskey
I know Friday night he'll do it all again
Oh, he'll drink till he falls down then he'll order "One more round"
And then go home with that bottle in his hand
And the only thing I can hold on to is the bottle in my hand
I know I'll never have to share it with any other man
I'm so glad you introduced us and I'll do the best I can
To be faithful to this bottle in my hand
She told George that changing diapers could sure become a drag
And to clean the house and cook for him was not her kind of bag
She said he needed someone who would love and understand
Then she left him with that bottle in his hand
And the only thing I can count on now is this bottle in my handv
I know I'll never have to share it, oh with any other man
And I'm so glad you introduced us, oh I'll do the best I can
To be faithful to this bottle in my hand
Yes we'll be faithfull to this bottle in our hand
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David Allan Coe | We Got A Bad Thing Goin' | /d/david+allan+coe/we+got+a+bad+thing+goin_20585918.html | You got a one horse ranch in Texas you got a mansion in Spain
You blew in on a Greyhound bus honey you flew in your own plane
You got drunk on whiskey seen you get tipsy on wine
We got a bad thing goin' it's just a bad thing goin'
We got a bad thing goin' but don't it feel fine
You sure are a high class lady you got a blue blood in your veins
You're a rose in the bright sunshine I'm a cowboy in the rain
We ain't got nothin' in common cept for a little time
We got a bad thing goin'...
You're a rodeo rattler and a midnight gambler you ain't never had a job
And I just found out your daddy owns a bank I was fixin' to rob
[ guitar ]
You got a one horse ranch in Texas...
Yeah we ain't got nothin' in common you know that girl you must have missed it
Be like ridin' in them barrel races and like sailin' them boats
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David Allan Coe | When She's Got Me (Where She Wants Me) | /d/david+allan+coe/when+shes+got+me+where+she+wants+me_20585916.html | Last night she made it plain she didn't want me today I woke later and alone
Tomorrow I'll be turnin' to the bottle tonight I'll be cold and all alone
She only broke my heart Lord not my spirit she only took my body not my soul
My skin still burns in places where she touched me
And when she touched me Lord I lost my self-control
When she's got me where she wants me she don't want me
I'm just another game she likes to play
I don't think I can make it through tomorrow
I almost never made it through today
She sure knew how to love me when she loved me
When I was weak she always came on strong
She knew just what it took to drive me crazy
And she knew how much I hate to be alone
When she's got me where she wants me
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David Allan Coe | White Line Fever | /d/david+allan+coe/white+line+fever_20821602.html | White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway pole
The wrinkles on my forehead
Show the miles I've put behind me
They continue to remind me how fast I'm growing old
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway pole
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must I keep singing this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more
I ain't seen one single place that I ain't been before
White line fever
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway pole
White line fever
White line fever
White line
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David Allan Coe | Would Lay With Me (In A Field Of Stone) | /d/david+allan+coe/would+lay+with+me+in+a+field+of+stone_20811923.html | Would you lay with me
In a field of stone?
If my needs were strong
Would you lay with me?
Should my lips grow dry
Would you wet them dear?
In the midnight hour
Should my lips grow dry
Would you go away
To another land?
Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away
From my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Will you bathe with me
In the stream of life?
When the moon is full
Will you bathe with me?
Will you love me now
When I'm down and out?
In my time of trial
Will you stand by me?
Would you go away
To another land?
Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away
From my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me
In a field of stone?
If my needs were strong
Would you lay with me?
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David Allan Coe | Would You Be My Lady | /d/david+allan+coe/would+you+be+my+lady_20585911.html | Would you hold onto my hand when I get lonely
Could I come to you whenever I'm in need
Would you always have a place for me to lay my body down
Would you be my lady in the morning would you be my lady
Would you walk with me across the bridges I forgot to burn
Could you face the future lookin' at my past
If I took the time to teach you all the things you need to learn
Be my lady in the evening would you be my lady
Does it matter to you that you're not my first love
Would you let a thing like that stand in your way
If I said you was the woman that could ease my troubled mind
Would you be my lady when I need you would you be my lady
Would you walk with me across the bridges I forgot to burn
Could you face the future lookin' at my past
If I took the time to teach you all the things you need to learn
Would you always have a place for me to lay my body down
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David Allan Coe | Would You Lay With Me | /d/david+allan+coe/would+you+lay+with+me_20585910.html | By David Allan Coe
Would you lay with me in A field of stone
If my needs were strong, would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry,
Would you wet them, dear
In the midnight hour,
If my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk A thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me
In the stream of life
When the moon is full,
Would you bathe with me
Will you still love me,
When I'm down and out
In my time of trial,
Would you stand by me
Would you go away to another land
Walk A thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me
In A field of stone
If my needs were strong,
Would you lay with me
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David Allan Coe | You Never Called Me By My Name | /d/david+allan+coe/you+never+called+me+by+my+name_20585907.html | Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin'
You never even call me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my figtin' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me and I never minded standing in
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin' you never even call me by my
name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phonebook (hello hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day
So I'll hang around...
(Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him
It was not the percfect country and western song
Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama
Or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized
That my friend had written the perfect country and western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album the last verse goes like this
here)
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck
She got run'd over by a damned old train
And I'll hang around...
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David Allan Coe | Young Dallas Cowboy | /d/david+allan+coe/young+dallas+cowboy_20585904.html | Well I've hiked through the sage brush I ran up some rail
I slept on the bench in a few county jails
And they laugh as they knocked all the wind from my sail
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy
I've tried hard to tackle the problems at hand
I've kicked a few habits and I've marched to the band
I tried hard to follow the lady of the land
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy
I've made a few passes that weren't incomplete
I stumbled through yards on my way to the street
Running from beds where I did more than sleep
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy
Well he tackled the bottle and he fumbled the ball
And he'd touchdown in alleys along where he'd fall
Just wait for his son to make up for it all
When I was a young Dallas Cowboy
When I was a baby he broke up the team
Divorcing my mama to live with a dream
He had back in college when he was still green
And I was a young Dallas Cowboy
Now the footballs I held did not fit in my hand
Got me a guitar and I've got me a band
So don't put me down when I'm taking my stand
Be proud of this young Dallas Cowboy
Yeah I'm proud I'm a young Dallas Cowboy
Be proud of those young Dallas Cowboys
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David Bowie | 1984 | /d/david+bowie/1984_20036719.html | Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
They'll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that you're eighty, but brother, you won't care
You'll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow's never there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(Mor-or-or-or-ore)
I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(Mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984 1984 1984 (more)
1984 1984 (more)
1984
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David Bowie | A Foggy Day | /d/david+bowie/a+foggy+day_10080941.html | I was a stranger in the city
Out of town where the people I knew
I had the feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've ever known
A foggy day in a london town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The british museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles had'nt passed
For suddenly I saw you there
And through foggy london town the sun was shining everywhere
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David Bowie | African Night Flight | /d/david+bowie/african+night+flight_20036814.html | African nightmare one-time Mormon
More men fall in Hullabaloo men
I slide to the nearest bar
Undermine chairman I went too far
Bent on a windfall rent a sony
Wonder how the dollar went down
Gotta get a word to Elizabeth's father
Hey no, he wished me well
Seemed like another day
I could fly into the eye of god on high
His burning eye will see me through
One of these days, one of these days
Gotta get a word through one of these days
Asanti habari habari habari
Asanti nabana nabana nabana
Getting in mood for a Mombassa night flight
Pushing my luck, gonna fly like a mad thing
Bare strip takeoff skimming over Rhino
Born in slumber less than peace
Struggle with a child whose screaming dreaming
Drowned by the props all steely sunshine
Sick of you, sick of me
Lust for the free life
Quashed and maimed
Like a valuable loved one
Left unnamed
Seemed like another day
I could fly into the eye of god on high
Seemed like another day
I could fly into the eye of god on high
Over the bushland over the trees
Wise like Orangutan that was me
His burning eye will see me through
One of these days, one of these days
Gotta get a word through one of these days
His burning eye will see me through
One of these days, one of these days
Gotta get a word through one of these days
Asanti habari habari habari
Asanti nabana nabana nabana
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David Bowie | All The Young Dudes | /d/david+bowie/all+the+young+dudes_20036965.html | Well Billy rapped all night
About his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head
When he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And Wendy's stealing clothes
From Marks and Sparks
(unlocked cars)
And Freedy's got spots (zits)
From ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv
When I got T Rex
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes
(Hey dudes)
Carry the news
(Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes
(Stand up Come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes
(I want to hear you)
Carry the news
(I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes
(And I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news
Now Lucy looks sweet
'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
It's a real
Mean team
But we can love
Oh yes we can love
And my brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off
On that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Now I've drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Got to race
Some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Yeah I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes
(Hey dudes)
Carry the news
(Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes
(Stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes
(I want to hear ya)
Carry the news
(I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes
(And I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes
(What dudes)
Carry the news
(Let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes
(I want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes
(Hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news
(I want you)
Boogaloo dudes
(I want you at the front)
Carry the news
(Now you all his friends)
All the young dudes
(Now you bring him down
Cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
(I want him right here
Bring him come on)
Carry the news
(Bring him here you go)
All the young dudes
(I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news
(There you go)
Boogaloo dudes
(How do you feel)
Carry the news
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David Bowie | Amazing | /d/david+bowie/amazing_20036966.html | I'm lazy
You're crazy, girl
Stay by my side
I'm scared you'll
Meet someone
In whom you'll confide
[Chorus]
Life's still a dream
Your love's amazing
Since I found you
My life's amazing
I pledge you
You'll never be blue
There's too much at stake to be down
My nightmare
Rooted here watching you go
Divine in both, our lives
[Chorus]
My life's a roll
Go go go
And it's amazing
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David Bowie | And I Say To Myself | /d/david+bowie/and+i+say+to+myself_20036730.html | And I say to myself
I've got it wrong, wrong, wrong
She is a play-girl
She the wrong wrong girl for me
And I say to myself
You're a fool, fool, fool
She doesn't love you
She doesn't need you, this I know
She's got a trail of men that she takes
Wherever she goes
She hasn't the strength to love any single man for a length of time
[And I say to myself]
Ooh, I don't stand a chance
[And I say to myself]
It's a long long romance
[And I say to myself]
Well, she's out to slay
[And I say to myself]
Well, she's got it made
[And I say to myself]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[And I say to myself]
Oh yeah
And I say to myself that she shouldn't love anybody else in the world but me
And I say to myself
Forget her now, now, now
She don't want you
She don't love you anymore
And I say to myself you're a fool, fool, fool
She's don't love you
She don't need you, this I know
And I turn around and look at myself
You'll never get her, you're a fool
Say after me I'm a fool- I'm a fool
[And I say to myself]
I can't get what I want
[And I say to myself]
And it makes me sad
[And I say to myself]
I can't get what I want
[And I say to myself]
And it makes me mad
[And I say to myself]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[And I say to myself]
Oh yeah
And I say to myself that she shouldn't love anybody else in the world but me,
Yeah
Yeah
[And I say to myself]
Oh, I feel so sad
[And I say to myself]
She's making me mad
[And I say to myself]
And I say to myself
[And I say to myself]
That I love her
[And I say to myself]
And I say to myself that I need her
[And I say to myself]
Oh, I need her
And I say to myself I'm a fool
And I say to myself
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David Bowie | Arnold Layne | /d/david+bowie/arnold+layne_20750291.html | Arnold Layne
Had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung
A tall mirror
Distorted view
See through baby blue
He dug it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Now he's caught
A nasty sort
Of person
They gave him time
Doors bang
Chain gang
He hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes do it now
Do it now
Do it now
Do it now
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Don't do it again
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David Bowie | As The World Falls Down | /d/david+bowie/as+the+world+falls+down_20036970.html | There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky in your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(Down) Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense to fall
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(Down) Falling
Falling
Falling in love
Falling in love (love)
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love
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David Bowie | Atomica | /d/david+bowie/atomica_21071211.html | I'm just a rock star stabbing away
I take the - I take the leave for another day
I'm [?]
Just let me know if I sing too much
When you're head over heals and the magic is there but impossible
Possible
Impossible
And when the police take me away
Possible
Impossible
It wasn't you it was mothers' day
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get Atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get Atomica
They protect you from the voices
Protect from the visions
Protect you from the silence for another day
These rotten people sure know how to live
When you're head over heels and the magic is gone it's impossible,
impossible
Impossible
Impossible
That we should swim in a covered up pool
Impossible
Impossible
By the white trees dressed in double true
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get Atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get Atomica
I hold myself like a god
Like a god
[4xs] -Like
I'm just a pop star jumping away
I leave the - I leave the sins for another day
A little puny, and just let me know, if I talk too much
When you're head over heels and the magic is there but impossible
Impossible
Impossible
That we should swim in a covered up pool
Impossible
Impossible
By the white trees dressed in double true
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get Atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get Atomica
[2xs]
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David Bowie | Beauty And The Beast | /d/david+bowie/beauty+the+beast_20036770.html | Oooooooo...
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
That's my kind of highroad gone wrong
My-my
Smile at least
You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast
Something in the night
Something in the day
Nothing is wrong but darling
Something's in the way
There's slaughter in the air
Protest on the wind
Someone else inside me
Someone could get skinned, how?
My-my
Someone fetch a priest
You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast
Darling
My-my
You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast
(Liebling)
My-my
You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast
I wanted to believe me
I wanted to be good
I wanted no distractions
Like every good boy should
My-my
Nothing will corrupt us
Nothing will compete
Thank god heaven left us
Standing on our feet
My-my
Beauty and the Beast
My-my
Just Beauty and the Beast
You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast
Darling
My-my
My
My-my
My
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David Bowie | Blue Jean | /d/david+bowie/blue+jean_20036945.html | Blue Jean, I just met me a girl named Blue Jean
Blue Jean, she got a camouflaged face and no money
Remember they always let you down when you need 'em
Oh, Blue Jean, is heaven any sweeter than Blue Jean
She got a police bike
She got a turned up nose
Sometimes I feel like
(Oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin' for Blue Jean
(Oh, and when my Blue Jean's blue)
Blue Jean can send me
(Oh, somebody send me)
Somebody send me
(Oh, somebody send me)
One day I'm gonna write a poem in a letter
One day I'm gonna get that faculty together
Remember that everybody has to wait in line
Blue Jean, look out world you know I've got mine
She got Latin roots
She got everything.
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David Bowie | Bombers | /d/david+bowie/bombers_20157670.html | [Chorus]
All clear wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes
Seemed a good idea
To drop a bomb on the wasteland here
Only one man could be seen
And he was old and so serene
Captain sat in his deck chair
And the red light flashed Beware
Pilot felt quite big-time
As the bomb sailed through the air
Well, they danced and sang
When the bang went bang
When the lights popped out
And the smoke began to clear
It was positively queer
[Chorus]
"Die" said the General
"Cobblers" said the man
So the Pentagon sent a cable
And the Queen a telegram
A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones
Ripped apart that sand
'Til the stench was just revolting
And the sky a greenish tan
But the soldier said "Sir,
There's a crack in the world"
And the figures went "squash",
And the bits flew far and wide
How the universe sighed!
[Chorus: x2]
When the smoke had blown away
There was nothing left to view
Except a man dear Lord who looked like you
Floating high up in the sky
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David Bowie | Bring Me The Disco King | /d/david+bowie/bring+me+the+disco+king_20160607.html | You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear
Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on
Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible
Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls
Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible
We could dance, dance, dance through' the fire
Dance, dance, dance through' the fire
Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the '70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release
Dance, dance, dance through' the fire
Dance, dance, dance through' the fire
Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
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David Bowie | Cactus | /d/david+bowie/cactus_20036760.html | Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you're die
D-A-V-I-D
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
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David Bowie | Chilly Down | /d/david+bowie/chilly+down_20036982.html | When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)
I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)
Bouncing like a yo-yo, whoa (oh)
Don't got no problems (no problems)
Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase)
Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand (throw in my hand)
With the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)
They don't look much (oh)
They sure chilly chilly (oh)
They positively glow glow, huh (oh)
Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang (It's the only way)
Bad hep with the fire gang (a smile a day keeps the doctor away)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (Hey, I'm a wild child)
Act tall with the fire gang (whoo, walk tall)
Good times, bad food (yeah)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down, chilly down
Drive you crazy, really lazy, eye rollin', funky strollin', ball playin'
Hip swayin', trouble makin', booty shakin', tripping, passing, jumping
Bouncing, drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing, shoutin', screamin'
Double dealin', rockin', rollin', and a reelin'
With the mackin' sex appealin'.
Can you dig our groovy feelin'?
So when things get too tough (get too tough)
And your chin is dragging on the ground (dragging on the ground)
And even down looks up (down looks up)
Bad luck heh heh,
We can show you a good time (show you a good time)
And we don't charge nothin' (nothin' at all)
Just strut your nasty stuff,
Wiggle in the middle yeh
Get the town talkin', fire gang
Chilly down with the fire gang (think small)
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang (hey, listen up)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (hey, shake your pretty little head)
Think small with the fire gang (tap your pretty little feet)
Good times, bad food (come on, come on)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (wooh)
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang
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David Bowie | China Girl | /d/david+bowie/china+girl_20036807.html | I could escape this feeling, with my China Girl
I feel a wreck without my, little China Girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw the stars crashing
I'm a mess without my, little China Girl
Wake up mornings where's my, little China Girl
I hear hearts beating, loud as thunder
Saw the stars crashing down
I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando
When I look at my China Girl
I could pretend nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China Girl
I stumble into town just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It's in the way of my eyes
My little China Girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give your man the words to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
She says... sh-sh-shhh
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David Bowie | Comfortably Numb | /d/david+bowie/comfortably+numb_20750290.html | Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O. K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.
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David Bowie | Conversation Piece | /d/david+bowie/conversation+piece_20036984.html | I took this walk
To ease my mind
To find out what's gnawing at me
Wouldn't think, to look at me,
That I've spent a lot of time in education
It all seems so long ago
I'm a thinker, not a talker
I've no-one to talk to, anyway
I can't see the road
For the rain in my eyes
Ahhh-huh, h... Uh, huh
I live above the grocers store,
Owned by an Austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken English,
Tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years
Of reading conversation,
I stand without a word to say
I can't see the bridge
For the rain in my eyes
Ahhh-huh, h... Uh, huh
And the world is full of life
Full of folk who don't know me
And they walk in twos or threes or more
While the light
That shines above the grocer's store
Investigates my face so rudely
And my essays lying
Scattered on the floor
Fulfill their needs just by being there
And my hands shake, my head hurts,
My voice sticks inside my throat
I'm invisible and dumb
No-one will recall me
And I can't see the water
Through the tears in my ey-y-yes
Ahhh-huh, h... Uh, huh
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David Bowie | Criminal World | /d/david+bowie/criminal+world_20036808.html | You never told me of your other faces
You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where that's at
I guess I recognize your destination
I think I see beneath your makeup
What you want is so separation
This is no ordinary
This is no ordinary
(Oh, oh, oh)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother's son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
You've got a very heavy reputation
But no-one knows about your low-life
I know a way to find a situation
And hold a candle to your high-life disguise
You caught me kneeling at your sister's door
That was no ordinary stick-up
I'm well aware just what you're looking for
I am no ordinary
I am no ordinary
(Oh, oh, oh)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced boys
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother's son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
Baby-faced boys
Baby-face
What a criminal world
What a criminal
Criminal
What a criminal world
What a criminal
Criminal
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David Bowie | Cygnet Committee | /d/david+bowie/cygnet+committee_20036930.html | I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly,
Just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest
Because it's you
That sets the test
So much has gone
And little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter
"I gave Them life
I gave Them all
They drained my very soul
...Dry
I crushed my heart
To ease their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can they spare
What of me?
Who praised their efforts
To be free?
Words of strength and care
And sympathy
I opened doors
That would have blocked their way
I braved their cause to guide,
For little pay
I ravaged at my finance just for those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me"
I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time,
At times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest, oh yes
Because it's you
That sets the test
So much has gone
And little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word
"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best of men, but ours
We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill our needs
Now we are strong
And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune stands in our way
The silent guns of love
Will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structure built of age
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt
Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through our sleeves
Yea, and we slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor
On slogans such as
'Wish You Could Hear'
'Love Is All We Need'
'Kick Out The Jams'
'Kick Out Your Mother'
'Cut Up Your Friend'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End'
And we know the flag of love is from above
And we can force you to be free
And we can force you to believe"
And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain
It said:
"I believe in the power of good
I believe in the state of love
I will fight for the right to be right
I will kill for the good of the fight for the right to be right"
And I open my eyes to look around
And I see a child laid slain
On the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows
Plowing down man, woman, listening to its command
But not hearing anymore
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich
And I want to believe
In the madness that calls 'Now'
And I want to believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow
And I want to believe
And you want to believe
And we want to believe
And we want to live
Oh, we want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
Live
Live
Live
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David Bowie | Dancing In The Streets | /d/david+bowie/dancing+in+the+streets_20802664.html | Ok, talk to you,
South America, Australia
France, Germany
U.K., Africa
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets
They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans, in New York city
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
And dancing in the street, oh
It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy grab a girl,
Everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the street
It's an invitation across the nation
A chance for folks to meet
They'll be laughing and singing, and music swinging
And dancing in the street
Philadelphia, P.A., Baltimore in D.C. now
Don't forget the Motor City
On the streets of Brazil
Back in the U.S.S.R., don't matter where you are
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
And dancing in the street, oh
It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on every guy, grab a girl
Everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the streets
Way down in L. A. Everyday
Dancing in the streets
Cross in China too, me and you
Dancing in the street
Don't you know
They'll be dancing
Dancing in the street
Don't you know
They'll be da, da, da, da
Dancing, dancing in the street
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David Bowie | Day In Day Out | /d/david+bowie/day+in+day+out_20036847.html | Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
Day-In Oo Oo
Day-Out Oo Oo Oo
She was born in a handbag
love left on a doorstep
What she lacks is a backup
nothing seems to make a dent
Gonna find her some money honey
try to pay her rent
That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about
CHORUS
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
Day-In Oo Oo
Day-Out Oo Oo Oo
First thing she learns is she's a citizen,
some things they turn out right
When you're under the USA
something rings a bell and it's all over
She's going out her way
stealing for that one good rush
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
She could use a little money
she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit
She's got no money, honey
she's the other side
Oh come on little baby
late night, big town, police, shake down
Oo Oo
Oo Oo
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
Oo Oo
Oo Oo
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
She's got a ticket to nowhere
she's gonna take a train ride
Nobody knows her, or knows her name
she's in the pocket of a home boy
Oo she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow
spin the grail spin the drug
She's gonna make them well aware
she's an angry gal
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out
Suddenly there's angels everywhere
Angels in a ton of sound
And they shootin' her down
Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises
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David Bowie | Days | /d/david+bowie/days_20192027.html | Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well, I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And there's little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
In red-eyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles
Pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my head and heart
I pray you'll soothe my sorry soul
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
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David Bowie | Dead Against It | /d/david+bowie/dead+against+it_20036989.html | And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God, oh my", I cry
And die, and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God
I couldn't cope or'd hope eloped
A dope she roped this salty lie
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was thy tore
From deep within despite the rain
My words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who, no matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
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David Bowie | Dead Man Walking | /d/david+bowie/dead+man+walking_20036748.html | He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen
As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
There's not even a demon in Heaven or Hell
Is it all just human disguise?
As I walk down the aisle
Gone gone gone spinning slack through the end?
Deadens? my brain falling up through the years
Till I swivel back round then I fly fly fly
Losing breath from the water then I'm gone gone gone
And I'm gone gone gone
Now I'm older than movies
Let me dance away
Now I'm wiser than dreams
Let me fly fly fly
While I'm touching tomorrow
And I know who's there
When silhouettes fall
And I'm gone
Like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone through a crack in the past
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man walking
Three old men dancing under the lamplight
Shaking their sex and their bones
And the boys that we were
An alien nation in therapy
Sliding naked and new
Like a bad tempered child
On a rain slicked street
Gone gone gone spinning slack through the end?
Deadens? my brain falling up through the years
Till I swivel back round then I fly fly fly
Losing breath from the water then I'm gone gone gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone, through the crack in the past
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man
Like a dead man walking
And I'm gone gone gone
Let me dance dance dance
And I'm gone gone gone
Let me dance dance dance
And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone, through a crack in the past
And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone, through a crack in the past
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man
Like a dead man walking
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David Bowie | Diamond Dogs | /d/david+bowie/diamond+dogs_20036723.html | This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized
(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow
(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Hey-hey-hey-hey
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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David Bowie | Did You Ever Have A Dream | /d/david+bowie/did+you+ever+have+a+dream_20181095.html | Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you
And the things he does are just too much
Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch?
And did you ever have a dream or two?
Have you ever woken up one day
With the feeling that you'd been away?
If the girl that you dreamed of last night
Had the same dream, in the very same scene
With the very same boy, hold tight
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can travel anywhere with anyone you care
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge
I will travel round the world one night
On the magic wings of astral flight
If you've got the secret, tell me do
Have you ever had a dream or two?
Have you ever had a dream or two?
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David Bowie | Dirty Boys | /d/david+bowie/dirty+boys_21053960.html | Something like Tobacco Road
Living on a lonely road
I will pull you out of there
We will go to Finchley Fair
I will buy a feather hat
I will steal a cricket bat
Smash some windows, make a noise
We will run with Dirty Boys
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with Dirty Boys
We all want men we all want you
Me and the boys we all go through
You've got to learn to hold your tongue
They said the moon was his burning son
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with Dirty Boys
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David Bowie | DJ | /d/david+bowie/d+j_20036816.html | I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill
You think this is easy, realism
I've got a girl out there, I suppose
I think she's dancing
Feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, what do I know?
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me, oh
One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around no, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I say
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I've got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no (kiss-kiss)
Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancer
I am a D.J., and I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers in me
I've got believers
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I am a D.J.
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David Bowie | Don't Look Down | /d/david+bowie/dont+look+down_20036947.html | Press control and D to bookmark Don't Look Down Don't look down
They're making sorta crazy sounds
Don't look down, no
Don't know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy sound, I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
I went this morning to the cemetery
To see old Rudy Valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
'Cause they were making crazy sounds
From Central park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
When I see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I can't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I've always heard that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
Don't look down
Don't look, don't look down
No I won't be bored I won't be there
Look at life it's no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down
Don't look down, no
Well, don't look, don't look down
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David Bowie | Drive-in Saturday | /d/david+bowie/drive+in+saturday_20036662.html | (uh uh aaah) Let me put my arms around your head
(dom do aaah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
(dom do aaah) Pour me out another phone
(dom do aaah) I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always buddy (got got do aaah aah aah)
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do aaah)
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do aaah aah aah)
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do aaah)
It's a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do aaah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
(bah dom bah) cursing at the astronette
(dom do aaah) who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for aging men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always buddy (got got do aaah aah aah)
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do aaah)
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do aaah aah aah)
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do aaah)
It's a drive-in Saturday
His name was always buddy (got got do aaah aah aah)
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do aaah)
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do aaah aah aah)
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do aaah)
It's a drive-in Saturday, yeah, yeah
(drive-in saturday)
(it's a drive-in saturday)
(it's a drive-in saturday)
Drive in Saturday
(it's a drive-in saturday)
It's a, it's a, it's a drive in Saturday
(it's a drive-in saturday)
It's a, it's a, it's a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
Yes sir
(it's a drive-in saturday)
Dom do do do, dom do do do
(it's a drive-in saturday)
Dom do do da, dom do do da
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David Bowie | Everyone Says 'hi' | /d/david+bowie/everyone+says+hi_20036761.html | Said you took a big trip
They said you moved away
Happened oh, so quietly
They say
Shoulda took a picture
Something I could keep
Buy a little frame
Something cheap
For you
Everyone says hi
Said you sailed a big ship
Said you sailed away
Didn't know the right thing
To say
I'd love to get a letter
Like to know what's what
Hope the weather's good
And it's not too hot
For you
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says
Don't stay in a sad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
If the money is lousy
You can always come home
We can do the old things
We can do all the bad things
If the food gets you leery
You can always phone
We could do all the good things
We could do it, we could do it,
We could do it
Don't stay in a bad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
And the girl next door
And the guy upstairs
Everyone says hi
And your mum and dad
Everyone says hi
And your big fat dog
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Hi hi hi hi
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David Bowie | Fly | /d/david+bowie/fly_20196571.html | David Bowie - Fly
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
Dying for the weekend
The kids are alright but they don't smell much
The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff
Dying for the weekend
The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know
I never got around yet I tell it my soul
But we only make it crazy
We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car
Dying for the weekend
The kids are gonna get it in an all right way
Looking pretty though but I still want to say
(Do you really have to go?)
Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries
Bad judge saturday another life line
Dying for the weekend
We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly
I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
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David Bowie | Future Legend | /d/david+bowie/future+legend_20036724.html | And in the death,
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy
Thoroughfare,
The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building,
High on Poacher's Hill.
And red, mutant, eyes gaze down on Hunger City.
No more big wheels.
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats,
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes,
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers,
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue.
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now leg-warmers.
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald.
Any day now,
The year of the Diamond Dogs.
"This ain't Rock'n'Roll,
This is Genocide."
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David Bowie | Gospel According To Tony Day | /d/david+bowie/the+gospel+according+to+tony+day_20036712.html | The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day
If I find a girl he'll take her away
Rotten tony!
The gospel according to brendan o'lear
The gospel according to brendan o'lear
The gospel according to brendan o'lear
If I buy him a scotch, he'll buy me a beer
Tight fist, friends
The gospel according to pat hewitt
The gospel according to pat hewitt
The gospel according to pat hewitt
If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not, you do it
Ah
Got to, got to
Your mind, blow I
Blow it
The gospel according to marianne brent
The gospel according to marianne brent
The gospel according to marianne brent
She'll be mine if I pay the rent
Good old marianne, who needs friends, oh
That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see
Take a quick, butchers, rotten mary down the oak
Wouldn't give me two pence for him
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David Bowie | Heat | /d/david+bowie/heat_21053972.html | Then we saw
Mission is dark
Trapped between the rocks
Blocking the waterfall
The songs of dust
The world would end
The night was always falling
The peacock in the snow
And I tell myself,
I don't know who I am
And I tell myself,
I don't know who I am
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison
I can only love you
By hating him more
That's not the truth,
It's too big a word
He believed
That love is theft
Love and war,
The theft of love
And I tell myself,
I don't know who I am
And I tell myself,
I don't know who I am
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison
But I am a seer, I am a liar
I am a seer, but I am a liar
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison
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David Bowie | Here Today, Gone Tomorrow | /d/david+bowie/here+today+gone+tomorrow_20037004.html | You're like a sailor with a girl on every shore
Stay with them now for they won't see you any more
Like a gypsy forever on the run
Stay for a while, while ya look for a whore
Like that sailor leaves, come back again
Stay for a while, and they won't see you again
Like that gypsy caravan forever on the run
Ya stay for a while, then you pick up and go
[Chorus:]
That's how you show
Your love for me
That's how you show
Your love for me
You're like
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Each time you call
You leave a little sorrow
You're like
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Each time you call
You leave a little sorrow
You're like
You're like that big, big star, he's tore the town apart
Givin' everyone to console their aching heart
Like that snow that fell, looks so wrong and out of place
Stay for a while, then you leave without a trace
That's 'xactly like that star, he tore the town apart
Leave everyone to console their aching heart
Like that snow that fell, looks so wrong and out of place
Stay for a while, leave without a trace
[Chorus:]
You're like
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Each time you call
You leave a little sorrow
You're like
Like
Oooh-huh
Oh-ho
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Hmmm, like
You're like
You're like
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Each time you call
You leave a little sorrow
You're like
You're like
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Each time you call
You leave a little sorrow
You're like
Yeah
Here today
Here today but gone tomorrow
(spoken: thank you)
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David Bowie | Heroes | /d/david+bowie/heroes+_20036955.html | I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be heroes, just for one day
And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be heroes, forever and ever
What'd you say?
I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, forever and ever
Oh we can be heroes, just for one day
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, forever and ever
Then we could be heroes, just for one day
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day
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David Bowie | Holy Holy | /d/david+bowie/holy+holy_20037005.html | Listen baby, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be lie-high-high-high
High-high lie-low lie
Slowly, it's good and holy
Helping one another, just a righteous brother
Lifetime, give me back my lifetime
I don't want to be an angel, just a little bit evil
Feel the devil in me
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But let go of me
Listen baby, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be a lie-high-high-high
High-high my oh my
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But let go of me
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David Bowie | I Can't Explain | /d/david+bowie/i+cant+explain_20036887.html | New feeling inside
It's a hot certain kind
I feel hot and cold
Down my soul, baby
I can't explain
Going out of my mind
Dizzy in the head, and I'm feeling blue
Things you say well maybe they're true
I get funny dreams again and again
Knows what it means, but
Can't explain
I think it's love
Say it to you
When I feel blue
I can't explain, no, I can't explain
You know I can't explain
I'm going out of my mind
Well I'm a worried guy
But I can't explain
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David Bowie | I Dig Everything | /d/david+bowie/i+dig+everything_20036804.html | I've got the village I love - dig everything
I walk along beside the garbagemen and I dig everything - dig everything
I wave to the policemen, but they don't wave back
They don't dig anything - dig everything
Ain't had a job for a year or more and I don't know a thing - dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Dig
I feed the lions in trafalgar square and I dig everything - dig everything
I've sit just behind my window, till my cigarettes were low and dug
Everything -dig everything
Got a backstreet room in the bad part of town and I dig everything - dig
everything
I'd see people in the street below, who don't know where they're going
They don't dig anything - dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Dig
I've got more friends than I had out for dinners
Some of them were losers, but the rest of them are winners
Rick, john, sally, a connection named paul
Holy low on money, their intentions are tall
We smoke and talk in my room and we dig everything
Dig
I've made myself at home -dig everything
I've made good friends which the time-check girl on the end of the phone
All the movie shows - dig everything
I sunbathe for love - dig everything
Even when it's not too hot - dig everything
'cause I dig everything -dig everything
Oh yeah
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David Bowie | I Feel Free | /d/david+bowie/i+feel+free_20037009.html | Dear when I dance with you
We move like the sea
You, you're all I want to know
I feel free
I feel free
I can walk down the street
There's no one there
The pavement is one huge crowd
I can drive down the road
My eyes can't see
But my mind wants to cry out loud
I can walk down the street
There's no one there
The pavement is one huge crowd
I can drive down the road
My eyes can't see
But my mind wants to cry out loud
My mind wants to cry out loud
I feel free
Dance floor is like the sea
The ceiling is the sky
You're the sun, and as you shine on me
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
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David Bowie | I Have Not Been To Oxford Town | /d/david+bowie/i+have+not+been+to+oxford+town_20036860.html | Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
(All's well)
But I have not been to Oxford Town
(All's well)
No I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
And the prison priests are decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
(All's well)
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well)
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could've been
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I'd only paid my bill
(All's well)
But I have not been to Oxford Town
(All's well)
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
(All's well)
20th century dies
(All's well)
All's well, all's well
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
(All's well)
20th century dies
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David Bowie | I Keep Forgetting | /d/david+bowie/i+keep+forgetting_20036949.html | [Chorus: x2]
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting that you told me that you
Didn't want me around any more
But these stupid old feet
Just head for your street
Like they've done so many times before
And this stubborn old fist
On the end of my wrist
Keeps a knocking on your front door
[Chorus: x2]
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting bout those heartbreaking nights
And those heartbreaking things
That you said
Though I know in my heart
We're drifting apart
I can't believe that our love is dead
Though it's plain as can be
That you're finished with me
I just can't get it through my head
[Chorus: x2]
Though I know in my heart
We're drifting apart
I can't believe that our love is dead
Though it's plain as can be
That you're finished with me
I just can't get it through my head
[Chorus: x5]
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David Bowie | I Pity The Fool - The Manish Boys | /d/david+bowie/i+pity+the+fool+the+manish+boys_20819886.html | Well, I pity the fool, I said, I pity the fool
You know, I pity the fool, I said, I pity the fool
That falls all in love with you and expects you to be true
I pity the fool
Well, look at the people
I bet you wonder what they do
Yeah, they're just standing there
Watching you making a fool out of me
Yeah, look at the people
I bet you wonder what they do
Yeah, they're just standing there
Watching you making a fool out of me
I pity the fool, I said, I pity the fool
Ooh, I pity the fool, let me tell you that I pity the fool
Cause she'll break your heart one day and she'll laugh as she walks away
Well, I pity the fool
Yeah, look at the people
Bet you wonder what they do
Well, they're just standing there
Watching you making a fool out of me
Yeah, look at the people
Bet you wonder what they do
Well, they're just standing there
Watching you making a fool out of me
I pity the fool, I pity the fool that falls in love with you
Hey, hey, yeah, I pity the fool
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
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David Bowie | I Took A Trip On A Gemini Spaceship | /d/david+bowie/i+took+a+trip+on+a+gemini+spaceship_20318230.html | Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft
And I thought about you
I passed through the shadow of Jupiter
And I thought about you
I shot my space gun
And boy I really felt blue
Two or three flying saucers
Parked under the stars, winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam the same old dream
I took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft
And I thought about you
Well I shot my spacegun
And I thought about you
Pulled down my sun visor
Boy, I really felt blue
You jumped into your Gemini, I jumped into mine
We'll orbit the Moon for just one time
Tomorrow night, tomorrow night
Will you hold hands with me under the moonlight?
Took a trip in a Gemini spacecraft
And I thought about you
I shot my space gun
And I thought about you
And I took a, I took a walk in space
Boy, I really felt blue
Well I peeked through the crack and looked way back
Stardust trail leading back to you
What did I do? What could I do? What did I do?
Well
I thought about you
I thought about you
Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft
And thought about you
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David Bowie | I Would Be Your Slave | /d/david+bowie/i+would+be+your+slave_20036764.html | Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave
Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave
I don't sit around and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
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David Bowie | If You Can See Me | /d/david+bowie/if+you+can+see+me_21053965.html | If you can see me I can see you
I could wear your new blue shoes
I should wear your old red dress
And walk to the crossroads
So take this knife
And meet me across the river
Just shoots and ladders and this is the kiss
American ?
From nowhere to nothing
And I go way back
Children swarm like thousands of bugs
Towards the lights the beacons above the hill
The stars to the West, the South, the North and to the East
Now you could say I've got a gift of sorts
A fear of rear windows and swinging doors
A love of violence and dread of sighs
If you can see me I can see you
If you can see me I can see you
I have seen these bairns wave their fists at God
Swear to destroy the beasts, stamping the ground
In their excitement for tomorrow
I could wear your new blue shoes
I should wear your old red dress
And walk to the crossroads
So take this knife
And meet me across the river
I will take your lands and all that lays beneath
The dust of cold flowers, prison of dark of ashes
I will slaughter your kind who descend from belief
I am the spirit of greed, a lord of theft
I'll burn all your books and the problems they make
If you can see me I can see you
If you can see me.
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David Bowie | I'm Deranged | /d/david+bowie/im+deranged_20036861.html | Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return No return
I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby
CHORUS
And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged
Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe
The clutch of life and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal Salaam
Be real deranged Salaam
Before we reel
I'm deranged
CHORUS (two times)
Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe
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David Bowie | I'm Not Losing Sleep | /d/david+bowie/im+not+losing+sleep_20260394.html | Yes, I've read the morning papers
Telling me that you've made money
Do you think I'm gonna crawl, then think again
Though I'm dressed in rags, I'm richer
Though I eat from tins, I'm healthier
Though I live in slums, I'm purer than you, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Don't look down your nose at me
'Cause I won't ask your sympathy
I won't be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that you're wearing on the ground
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I can't get my satisfaction
Knowing you won't get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
It's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, it's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
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David Bowie | In The Heat Of The Morning | /d/david+bowie/in+the+heat+of+the+morning_20036700.html | The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watched them sink before your gaze
Seniorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
I'm so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies
No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze
Light my candle from the sun
I'll give you daylight for a friend
I'll do all of these
I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love
Like the ragged boy who races with the wind
No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
Oh yeah, all day, all the way
Ooh
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David Bowie | It Ain't Easy | /d/david+bowie/it+aint+easy_20036910.html | When you climb to the top of the mountain
Look out over the sea
Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be
Then you jump back down to the rooftops
Look out over the town
Think about all of the strange things circulating round
[CHORUS]
It ain't easy, it ain't easy
It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down
Well all the people have got their problems
That ain't nothing new
With the help of the good Lord
We can all pull on through
We can all pull on through
Get there in the end
Sometimes it'll take you right up and sometimes down again
[CHORUS]
Satisfaction, satisfaction
Keep me satisfied
I've got the love of a Hoochie Koochie woman
She calling from inside
She's a-calling from inside
Trying to get to you
All the woman really wants you can give her something
Too
[CHORUS (x2)]
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David Bowie | It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City | /d/david+bowie/its+hard+to+be+a+saint+in+the+city_20037015.html | I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your
seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outta that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
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David Bowie | I've Been Waiting For You | /d/david+bowie/ive+been+waiting+for+you_20036765.html | (I've been looking, I've been looking)
(I've been looking, I've been looking)
I've been looking
For a woman
To save my life
Not to beg or to borrow
A woman with a feeling
of loosing once or twice
Who knows how it could be
Be tomorrow
I've been waiting for you
And you've been coming to me
For such a long time now
For such a long time now
A woman with a feeling
Of loosing once or twice
Who knows how it could be
Be tomorrow
I've been waiting for you
And you've been coming to me
For such a long time now
For such a long time now
For such a long time now
For such a long time now
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