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Go Your Own Way

Loving you isn’t the right thing to do
How can I ever change things that I feel?
If I could, maybe I’d give you my world
How can I, when you won’t take it from me?
You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way, go your own way
Tell me why everything turned around?
Packing up, shacking up, is all you wanna do
If I could baby I’d give you my world
Open up, everything’s waiting for you
You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way, go your own way

You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day (Another lonely day)
You can go your own way, go your own way
You can call it another lonely day

You can go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way

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Crossroads

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knee
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knee
Asked the Lord above for mercy, “Save me if you please”

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed by

I’m going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
You can still ‘barrelhouse’, baby, on the riverside

Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
You can still ‘barrelhouse’, baby, on the riverside

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
And I’m standing at the crossroads, believe I’m sinking down

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Spanish Bombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of ‘39
Oh, please, leave the ventana open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita’s rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón

The hillsides ring with “Free the people”
Or can I hear the echo from the days of ‘39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin’ bayonets
to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time

Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh my corazón

oh my corazón
oh my corazón

Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina
oh my corazón

Spanish songs in Granada
oh my corazón
oh my corazón
oh my corazón
oh my corazón

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Gentle on my mind
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It’s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
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It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It’s knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find that you’re moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind
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I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
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Cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find that you’re waving from the back roads by the river of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
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Five Years

Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and TV’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I’d need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn’t of pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I miss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
Five years, five years, five years, five years

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Treat Her Right

I wanna tell you a story every and man oughta know
If you want a little lovin’
(Two sisters?)
Start real slow
(I never kissed two sisters)
Alright

Treat her real gentle, gotta make her feel good
Tell her that you love her, like I knew you would
And you’ll glad every night that you treated her right
Now, if you practice my method just as hard as you can
You gonna get a reputation of a dirty old man

And you’ll be glad every night that you treated her right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every night, every day, every hour, every minute
I’m a very strong fella

Treat her right
Treat her right
Treat her right

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Hard Luck Woman

If never I’d met you
I’d never have seen you cry
If not for our first “Hello”
We’d never have to say goodbye
If never I held you
My feelin’s would never show
It’s time I start walkin’
But there’s so much you’ll never know
I keep telling you hard luck woman
You ain’t a hard luck woman

Rags, a sailor’s only daughter
A child of the water
Too proud to be a queen

Rags, I really love you
I can’t forget about you
You’ll be a hard luck woman
Baby, till you find your man

Before I go let me kiss you
And wipe the tears from your eyes
I don’t wanna hurt you, girl
You know I could never lie

I keep telling you a hard luck woman
You ain’t a hard luck woman
You’ll be a hard luck woman
Baby, till you find your man

Rags, a sailor’s only daughter
A child of the water
Too proud to be a queen

Rags, I really love you
I can’t forget about you
You’ll be a hard luck woman
Baby, till you find your man
You’ll be a hard luck woman
Baby, till you find your man

You’ll be a hard luck woman
Baby, till you find your man

Hard luck woman
Hard luck woman
Hard luck woman
Hard luck woman

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I Would Rather Go Blind

Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talking.
Something deep down in my soul said cry girl,
When I saw you and that girl walking.

I would rather,
I would rather go blind, boy,
Than to see you walk away from me, child.
So you see, I love you so much
That I don’t wanna watch you leave me, baby.
Most of all I just don’t,
I just don’t want to be free, no.

I was just, I was just,
I was just sitting here thinking
Of your kiss and your warm embrace,
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face.

And Baby, Baby, I’d rather be blind, boy,
Than to see you walk away from me.

 
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Pretty Woman
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Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet
Pretty woman
I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy
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Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn’t help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?
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Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
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Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me
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Because I need you, I’ll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight
Pretty woman, don’t walk on by
Pretty woman, don’t make me cry
Pretty woman, don’t walk away, hey… OK
If that’s the way it must be, OK
I’ll guess I’ll go on home it’s late
There’ll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Oh, oh, pretty woman
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Aisha

We’ve only just met
And I think you ought to know
I’m a murderer
Babies need blood
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I have a portrait on my wall
He’s a serial killer
I thought he wouldn’t escape
Aisha
He got out
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We live in a cemetery
A cold and damp place
And science runs through us
Making us Gods
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The rules are all wrong
Every perversion is justified
They honestly believe dead bodies
Anything goes around here
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I still want to be human again
What am I?
What am I?
I’m a murderer
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Aisha
I’m confused
Aisha
I’m vibrating
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I’m a murderer
The Gods all suck
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