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Adam Brand lyrics

Uncle Pete

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my uncle pete was a trucker riding that nullarbour plain ten split gears and an overdrive chrome stacks shooting out flames. he'd throw me up into the cab my little hands would grip the wheel i would dream about the day i would drive that rig for real rolling, rolling, rolling around the world ten years old and ten feet tall, waving goodbye to the girl next door rolling, rolling today i'm the king of the street i got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out as i drive off with uncle pete as i drive off with uncle pete heading west on highway one my eyes glued to the road the two-way always in my hand 'little buddy' that's my code we pull into micks for a pie and chips not a brussel sprout in sight some yarns to spin as we listen to slim then we drive into the night if i had one wish i'd wanna be if i had one wish i'd wanna be if i had one wish i'd wanna be like my uncle pete

By The Time I Get To Howlong

Spiderbait
Looking down an empty road To Lockhart town A heavy load behind me It's draggin' on I'm leavin' on the midnight bus To West Wyalong And don't care much about it I got to go Outside it's sunrise again That's right So won't you say you oughta be In a sunny car In sunny Coleambaily with me, babe I wanna know 'Coz I'm sittin' down Upon a train To Shepparton and back again And I just wanna get home Outside it's sunrise Mist on the road Driving to Bright again Drive again Drive again

Tv Show

EVERCLEAR "Slow Motion Daydream"
I walk around in the market Late at night I walk around in the empty aisles and i don't know why I need to be close to the light So I walk around in the middle of the night I drive around in the neighborhood I wanna lose my house I drive around on the freeway I guess I wanna lose myself Turn the key Turn your back Listen to the radio and just drive for awhile Yeah, I got no place to go I wish I could come home To a life that is just like a TV show I wish I could see My television family waiting for me Where no one fights, no one screams No one lies and no one leaves I don't care how the story ends I wanna feel like I'm living again I drive away from the city Need to see the sky Drive away from the bad things That make me close my eyes Leave it all in the past Drive away, going nowhere fast Yeah, now I got nowhere to go I wish I could go home To a life that's just like in a TV show I wish I could see My television family waiting for me Where no one fights and no one screams No one lies and no one leaves I don't care how the story ends I wanna feel like I used to feel I wanna feel like I'm living again Woah, I'm living again Woah, Breathing out and breathing in Woah, I'm living again Walk away from the circle Need to find myself I think I need to start over Need to start making friends Breathe out and breathe in I wish I could start all over again I wish I could do it all over again I wish I could come home To a life like the one that I used to know I wish I could someday see Everything back the way it used to be When no one cried, no one screamed When no one hits you and no one leaves Everybody knows how the story ends All the bad guys lose and the good guys win I wish I could do it all over again I wanna feel some day I can really start living again Woah, I'm living again

Tumbleweed

ALANNAH MYLES "Rockinghorse"
Just a stray little Gypsy boy, trying on the highway for size A cowboy kid cracking 105, crossing the New Mexico line (I believe) I believe we got a live one here, (hey hey) no inhibitions no fear [Chorus:] Hey you wanna play your hand Or are you just playing for the girls in the grandstand Don't you wanna roll them bones Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone Tag along with my little vagabond, as long as you got something to burn We'll slide on over to old Antone's There's a little game I think you should learn (Hey hey) There's a big shot of the owner hanging over the bar (Hey hey) Shaking hands with some rock and roll star [Chorus] Well I'm glad I let you find me boy, I been waitin' for you Won't you be my brand new pride and joy I've been savin' up all my good luck until tonight [Solo] On a roll he was on top of the world Till he laid it all on seven and nine Lost his shirt and his keys to the highway Looks like I'll be driving tonight (Hey hey) Ten to one we'll take the long way home (Hey hey) We've got ignition, so let's go [Chorus repeats 2x] Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone...

Let Me Drive

BETTE MIDLER "No Frills"
Honey, you're from Detroit. You know a lot about wheels. A summertime hot rod's givin' me the brake job. Don't you stop 'til I start to squeal. 'Cause, baby, I love your body as much as your automobile. But I need more than a tune up. I'll take you with the moon up. Just let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. I wanna feel the power comin' alive. Darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. Let me behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels. Honey, I hear you're the expert. You can keep me at the edge of my seat. Take me through a tight turn, keep me at a slow burn. feet to the floor and I feel the heat. And, baby, they say you'll deliver lovin' up and down the street. But it's your turn to be driven. C'mon and slide over. Get in and let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. I wanna feel all that power comin' alive. Darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. Let me behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels. Baby, don't ask directions. Who needs a map when there's time to ride Baby, you're hands are shakin'. Give me the keys, turn on the lights. I'm gonna burn out this road tonight. Ooooh, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. I wanna feel your power comin' alive. And darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive. Let me behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels. Let me drive. Oooh, let me drive. Let me behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels. Let me drive. Let me drive. Let me behind the wheel . . .

Electric Relaxation

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Midnight Marauders"
Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X) Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin at the club you would not pay Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somthin to say I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball A pretty little somethin on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin bout you Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn誸 relate* Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Starin at your dome-piece, very strong Stronger Than Pride, stronger than Teflon Take you on the ave and you buy me links Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks You can be my mama and I'll be your boy Original rude boy, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods By the way, my name's Malik The Five-Foot Freak Let's say we get together by the end of the week She simply said, No, labelled me a hoe I said, How you figure? My friends told me so. I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom don誸 approve, then I'll just elope Let me sink the little man from inside the boat Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G. They know the Abstract is really soul on ice The character is of men, never ever of mice Shorty let me tell you about my only vice It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice* Chorus

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