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Flat broke
02:05
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Flat broke
They’re ain’t no use in me having a band anyhow. Just a couple clowns I got to learn to pay somehow.
50 dollars divided 3 ways? No use arguing just put it in the tank. I swear if we had a gun it would get ripped off too.
So I called up momma. I called up pop. I called up my woman but she’s not home.
I wonder where she’s gone to when I ain’t around. Probably out on the town hanging on to some fools arm.
Can’t she see that I love her a lot. Why just this morning a door wasn’t locked and I almost got caught trying to show how much I missed you.
Flat broke…again. Fifteen hundred miles from home. I’ve got to get out on my own. If I can ever make it home.
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Oh my lover
02:02
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Oh my lover
Oh my lover. You got me hurting so bad. Oh my lover won’t you come back home.
Oh my lover hurt me one more time. Oh my lover tear my heart out again.
Oh yes I feel the pain but I can’t keep from coming back again. I’m masochistic baby you got me twisted up inside.
Oh my lover. You got me hurting so bad. Oh my lover won’t you come back home.
Oh my lover hurt me one more time. Oh my lover tear my heart out again.
Whoa baby don’t you say we’re through. Tear out my poor heart and break it in two. Come on baby now isn’t that what you do.
Oh my lover. Won’t you come back home.
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Gonna be a fight
02:22
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Gonna be a fight
Every man he got him a mean streak and every woman’s got her dark side. You lock em up brother broke and drunk lord there’s gonna be fight.
Gonna be a fight. Gonna be a fight. Busting up my big happy home.
Mamma aunt no Mary Poppins and daddy ain’t no Santa Claus. When Mamma gets wacky Daddy gets goofy well you better call the Deputy Dog.
Gonna be a fight, Gonna be a fight. Busting up my big happy home.
Now I’m a man and I’m full grown and I got a little gal of my own. And Im banging on the door yelling open up girl. Yeah, you know there’s gonna be a fight.Gonna be fight, gonna be a fight. Busting up my big happy home.
Every man he got him a mean streak and every woman’s got her dark side. You lock em up brother broke and drunk lord there’s gonna be fight.
Gonna be a fight. Gonna be a fight. Busting up my big happy home.
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10 Bucks
02:34
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Ten Bucks
I work hard all day to live my life this way you guesed it I am self employed. I wander around and keep tabs on the town…everybody knows my name. Like most men of the world well I’ve got a girl and she is sweet as she can be. Every day about nine I drop her a line. A different one everytime.
I called her up and I said baby…I’m in trouble with a man from a poker game. It was rigged baby, I was robbed. He’s six foot four and his name is Floyd and he’s gonna kill me unless he gets his pay. He’s gonna take a rope honey ain’t no joke he’s gonna hang me from the highest tree. Can’t you see honey you got to save me come on baby….Lone me ten bucks
Ten bucks gets me two six packs and a half a pint of old crow. I’m a damn dirty dog and I know it. And I drink em I get drunk I start to thinking and then I thunk. Well, she’s the best little girl I ever had I better give her a call.
I called her up and I said ,Baby….
There’s a man with a plan from the C.I.A. he wants to get me for espionage. Gonna take away my life with his little pen knife to take away my microfilm. So can’t you see honey it ain’t for me. Kick down for the red white and blue. Can’t you see you gotta save me come on baby,…. loan me ten bucks.
Ten bucks gets me two six packs and a half a pint of old crow. I’m a damn dirty dog and daring I know it. And I drink em I get drunk I start to thinking baby and I thunk. Well she’s the best little girl I ever had I better give her a call.
Yeah, hello baby…yeah its me….Ha, ha, ha, ha …..I’ll be right over.
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Bo-wang
01:47
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Bo-wang
Bo-wang, Baby. Girl yes you drive me crazy.
Bo-wang, dang it. The way your moving girl you drive me crazy.
The way you walk down the street the way you shuffle your feet the way you smile. Wearing them high dollar clothes and your pretty button nose you drive me wild, wild baby.
Bo-wang, dang it. Girl yeah you’re driving me crazy.
Bo-wang, honey. Take my car take all my money.
Cause I don’t need em anymore cause I’m never leaving home again.
I’ll sit right here with you and I’ll tell you what I’ll do I’ll drive me wild, wild baby…….Bo-wang
Bo-wang, dad-blame it. Well I ought to take a picture and frame it.
Bo-wang, dad gum it. I got to tell you how I love you.
But a picture couldn’t say and words would not explain how I feel.
Why till you’re by my side I’ll do my best to hide you drive me wild, wild baby.
Bo-wang, Dang it.
Bo-wang, Goddamn.
The way your moving girl you drive me crazy.
The way you walk down the street the way you shuffle your feet the way you smile. Wearing them high dollar clothes and your pretty button nose you drive me wild, wild baby.
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Have you ever been hit by a flying saucer?
Have you ever been struck by a cup of coffee. How it’s either too hot, too bitter or too cold. But there’s something about it that makes you feel cozy. When it’s made just right there ain’t nothing better.
Have you ever been hit by a flying saucer? Well I have and it came from out of nowhere. I was just discussing things with my loving wife. Like the rent , the bills and my musical career.
Then all of a sudden I was sleeping beneath the stars . Later on I woke up in our kitchen.
Later that night I awoke to a shining light. But it wasn’t the light of Jesus, it was the police’s.
And as I stared into that officer’s eyes I could tell this man had never been in love.
Have you ever been struck by a cup of coffee? How it’s either too hot, too bitter or too cold. But there’s something about it that makes you feel cozy. When it’s made just right there ain’t nothing better.
Have you ever been hit by a flying saucer? Well I have, because I’ve been in love.
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Dropping quarters for Jane.
My search for love has turned into quite a pain. My lack of social skills makes me so ashamed. I want to approach her but oh I’m so afraid. In this dark booth am I doomed to stay. I tried the magazines but oh it aint the same. The only thing that moves me is dropping quarters for Jane.
I’m in love with the girl behind the shade. And she don’t even know my name. This loneliness is driving me insane. I wanna reach out and hold her tight . Oh, Jane who are you with tonight?
When the coin drops my fears all roll away. It’s like a miracle I really can’t explain. I pray that some day she’ll look my way. But until then I’ll use this loose change therapy.
I’m in love with the girl behind the shade. And she don’t even know my name. This loneliness is driving me insane. I wanna reach out and hold her tight. Oh, Jane who are you with tonight?
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Ruthless information
01:48
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Ruthless information
You got some ruthless information baby.some hurtful information baby. Little bits of wicked information, baby.
I swear they are filling up your head, filling up your head, filling up your head with lies.
Can’t believe that you’re coming to me with these lies from your so called friends. They’re only jealous of what we have and they’re trying tear us apart.
Baby, don’t you listen to a word they say they’re only trying to break our hearts.
You got some ruthless information baby, some hurtful information baby, Little bits of wicked information, baby.
I swear they are filling up your head, filling up your head, filling up your head with lies.
Cause I’m not the kind of man to mess around baby surely I’d never cheat.
I’m a one woman man that’s what I am and baby your the one for me. So baby don’t you listen to a word they say they’re only trying to break our hearts.
You got some ruthless information baby, some hurtful information baby, Little bits of wicked information, baby.
I swear they are filling up your head, filling up your head, filling up your head with lies.
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