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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Izabella I'm dreamin about ya every nightHey girl you know we gotta warYeah, we got a war to fight Izabella I'm fightin this war for youHey little girl I'm fightin this war for the children of the world and youSo I hope you hear me babyThat what I'm tryin to tell you is true Izabella I'm fighting this war for youHey, girl I'm fightin this war for the chlidren and youYeah, you save your love for meThen I'll know that I'll be fightin true Izabella, hey IzabellaWe've gotta fight this war against harted....