Oh uh, I see fingers, hands and shades of faces, Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land,I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin,Oh,Lord, please give us a helpin' hand, Yeah yeah Way down in the background, I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin, And all across the water,baby, I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death,And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselves, Laughin' they sayin', Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink, I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor, But as far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell meBrother sell me, and don't worry about lookin at the scoreYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

One, two, one, two, three Well I travel at the speed unknown to manSo I brang you a message from the mirrors of my handI said a message of love don't you hid awayFace the mirrors of your mindFace the truth today Well I am what I am thank godLord some people just don't understandHelp them godI said find yourself firstAnd then your toolFind yourself firstJust don't be no fool I see a woman comin'I see ya layin' on your backFor the birth of pleasureI see you on the right trackFree is freeYou ain't supposed to beNow don't rely on no manTry to argue insteadI said find yourself firstAnd then your talentWork hard in your mindGo come aliveAnd proove to the manYour as strong as himIn the eyes of god Everybody come aliveEverybody come aliveEverybody come aliveEverybody love a lotEverybody love a lotEverybody love a lotEverybody love a lot

You don't need meYou just wanna bleed me,So take out your dagger and cut me free, cut me free, cut me free,Hey, you don't love me girl, you just try to suffocate me . . .You don't love me, hey look at ya, all lovey-dovey when you, Mess around with that needle . . .As long as you're gonna be all messed up, I don't give a damn,Slow down, slow down, slow down, bang bang, shoot shoot,As long as you're your silly self, I don't give a hoot.

Come on down hard on me babyCome on down hard as you canCome on down hard on me babyLord, come on down hard as you canCome on down hard on me babyShow me that I'm your lover man Come on down hard juicyTurn me into jelly breadBring that love down hard on me babyRock me, rock me right through the bedCome on down hard on me babyPlease show me I'm your lover man I want to love you so much 'til I hope we can make itI want to love you so much 'til I hope I don't break itI want to love you so much 'til I can't stand itI want to love you so strong 'til you've got to say you've had itYeah

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Peoples, peoples, peoplesYou know what it means to be left alonePeoples, peoples, people, (now hear me!)You know what it means to be left aloneYeahLord it happened to dayLord not even a call on my telephoneUnderstandin'Lord a little love, babeIn the world is all I needA little love and understanding babyIt's all in the world I needLose of loveA misunderstanding of a no good womanLord they've both caused my heart to bleedAll rightEvery mornin'Every mornin' the willows weep among for meEvery mornin' yes the willows weep among for meThe birds sang the love songMy baby's caused my heart to bleed downEvery mornin', every mornin'

His guitar swung across his backHis dusty boots is his CadillacFlamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin He left home when he was seventeenThe rest of the world he had longed to seeAnd everybody knows bossA rolling stone gathers no moss Now you'd probably call him a trampBut it goes a little deeper than thatHe's a highway chile Now some people say he had a girl back homemessed around and did a bit a wrongThey me tell it kinda hurt him bad Kinda made him feel pretty sad I couldn't say what went through his mindAnyway he left the world behindEverybody knows the same old storyin love or war you can lose your glory Now you'd probably a-call him a trampBut I know it goes a little deeper than thatHe's a highway chile Walk on brother His old guitar slung across his backHis dusty boots is his CadillacFlamin' hair just a-blowin' in the windain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin Now you may call him a trampbut I know it goes a little deeper then thatHe's a highway chile Walk on brother, Don't let no one stop yaHighway Chileya ya ya Highway chileRollin' stoneRollin' down the highway(mumble)Highway chile Highway chileHighway chile

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Ooh-WHEE! I sure got the blues this morning, babyYeah! And I'm here to tell you about itSo you might as well pick up on it! Yeah! I'm a manAt least I'm tryin' to beI've lived beforeThe other half of meI've lived beforeThat you don't want meBut in this searchFor nothing desperatelyOh, I'm tryin' tryin'Not to be a foolI'm tryin' tryin'Lord to keep my cool, baby tryin' so hard to keep it together After I find, babyThat true love of mineI'm just rollin' screamin'Cryin' flyin'Can't be trusted, but bustedRolling Stone You're a womanAt least you say you areYou're a womanAt least you look like you areYou're a womanAt least you taste like you areBut you can take it offIn bed with my guitarAnd then you leave themThrow me outsideTo cry, cryTo the moon and the nighttimeSave my soul,You can't findAll you want is a ticket to rideAfter you show me everythingIt did prove otherwiseYou just rollin', screamin', cryin' good love is sometime, but can't be trustedSteppin' StoneSteppin' StoneSteppin' Stone

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